I KNOW ITS WRONG.
But there is an urge in me,
To destroy something...its so strong.
I've never felt this way before, its scary.
I see black surrounding my vision.
It feels as though inside me just occurred an explosion.
So i throw a punch at the wall and the door.
Hard and painful enough to last for a week or more.
I want to run, screaming into the night.
I want to be rude, hurt someone and put up a fight.
I want to get the anger out on someone and feel free.
But i simply cant,
Because the one who triggered my anger,is no one but me.

Sometimes i cry...
And i don't even know why...
So later i conclude,
I cried because i was confused.

Hello again depression! its been a while...

I saw her after some time, and recognizing her took me a while...
She had gained a lot of weight, mast be due to the stress and strain.
Unusual bags underneath her eyes,
Which once shone, are now engulfed in pain.
Her normally well-kept hair lies in a tangled mess.
Worry lines, spots, a frown and signs of stress.
seem to have taken the place,
of a once cheerful look created by the curve on her face.
She looks worn out, pale and weak.
As if she'd pass out if she tried to speak.
Drooped are her shoulders,
Gone is her smile,
To get back to who she was, is gonna take her a while.
But Alas! there is no turning back and fate is the only factor to blame.
Forced her to leave family , friends and the place she called home.
Burdened by the present, she realizes nothing's gonna stay the same.
So she stands up, and prepares to face life on her own.
Faces the future but tries to hold onto the slippery past.
In hopes of making those beautiful memories last.
She maybe called a fighter, but its getting harder...
She's on the verge of letting go...
"Don't lose faith in God, believe in a better tomorrow"
with a watery smile, to her i whisper.
"you're almost there, its just a little while longer"
are my departing words,
As i turn and walk away from the mirror.

Sometimes i wish,
I don't have to wish,
Whatever i wish for,
Because the only thing i wish for is what i had before...

Everything has changed...
Not a thing remains the same.
Its so sad yet strange...
People you loved become people you hate.
When they change and decide they're better off now.
That turning into a stranger makes them 'unique' somehow.
You changed everything about you, your looks, attitude and personality.
Suddenly it feels like you are an impostor standing before me.
But what shocks me the most,is that you did it right in front of my eyes.
From the closest person to a stranger you became,before i even realized.
I want to believe its an act and will wear off in time.
But its becoming harder to believe as we go on in life.
People say its just a phase, that 'you should simply give them some space'.
But honestly,i don't think i can do it anymore,
You are nothing like you were before.
I keep hoping everyday that the real you will return,
But as days pass your attitude makes my heart ache and burn.
I keep reminding myself of the past we once shared... every-time i'm about to give up and blow.
Back when we were happy,when you actually cared... those long talks with no care for tomorrow.
But the bitter truth hits me and i realize this is just who you are now.
And i swear i'll try real hard to get used to it somehow.
But no matter what changes,whatever you say or do...
i'll always remember 'us' and never let this stranger make me forget the real you.
                              THE 'you' i loved... i really miss you.

WHEN LIFE OFFERS YOU LEMONS...,


Life is just strange. Now you may disagree,

But maybe by the end of this poem, you'll see it how i see...
Its true that you can never be right, without doing wrong.
Somehow you don't realize what you have, until its gone.
'Hello' is never very far from 'Goodbye'.
The happiest and funniest memories can make you cry.
There's a little bit of good in everything that's bad.
You cant be really happy unless you were depressed and sad.
You may have a sweet tooth but cannot live without spice.
When you're burdened or pressurized,good always comes with a surprise.
The fear could be greater than the danger itself.
A new 'day' begins, when at night the clock strikes '12'.
A few days after a new hair cut, you feel it was better before.
When your enemy has what you have, you don't like what you had anymore.
The prettiest rainbow appears after a horrible storm.
Only when you're bored, life seems real long.
Life is just strange. I'm sure you have agreed.
So the next time it offers you lemons and bitter-guards,
Just know that its preparing you for something sweet...