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Those days are so dark
When death seems like a joke
Not a single hand to hold
Emotions untold
The new beginning to an end
Leaving my scars behind
The new painting
I bet you won't remember me, said I
Mockingly walking out of the room just like they did out of my life
Little did they know
That they paved the way to my death
Murdering me brutally
With words and their act
Slowly and peacefully
I'm closing my eyes, promising
No death by the hands of mine
I'm falling in love with this feeling
Perhaps only a dead would know
The feeling of not feeling
Anything, anymore.
They told me you shouldn't cry
I believed and lived in wry
They told me you should understand
And so I stood still waiting for a hand
They told me you should smile
Turning it upside down, yet another hostile
They told me you should express
I wrote in words of blood and  along came distress
They told me not to whine
Hence my resort, a glass of wine
They told me you are wrong
Very well thought I, let's now sing a song
Alas, satisfied.
Appreciated by my own
For the brave person I became
Positivity that they admired
Meanwhile came
A voice from within
Mourned, screamed, tremored
And whispered
"Are YOU still alive?"
I've forgotten what it is to feel more alive,
Each day
To hear my heart beat with emotions,
The panting while I walk,
The sweat after running,
The eyes watering to see my family after ages,
The laughter of friends,
The pin drop silence of the class acknowledging my presence,
The anxiety before a large audience,
The tears through comedy sitcoms,
The love of the dearest,
They say "This too shall pass."
What if it won't?
What if this is what one chooses?
With all the life I can pump back in my body?
Alas, no strength to feel an emotion!
No more space for a personality.
Trapped in my body
Is a soul  which feeds on your darkest side
"Isn't the bad stuff easier to believe?"
How I killed myself
A thousand times
And more.
Only to plead for a life
Just once.
R Arora
Will your world come to a halt,
When one day my breaths will do;
Or it will be marked by laughter-
The signature of you?
"It may have escaped your notice but life isn't fair"- Wise words by Prof. Snape.
Sitting on the bench
Dungeon dark
Blood rushing, violent thoughts
Lights flickering
Silent cries
Swollen eyes, vengeance solidified
A sudden urge
Ugly middle position
And that my friend is how a
Psychopath was born.

Because mommy told me
"Not everything has to be set right"
Let this be imperfect forever.
Let me go crazy
Mistaking me for my impishness
They gave me a new identity.

Everything was lifeless and I found it bewitching!
Why does everything have to be so dark thought I
When I can paint the world in red.
The blood of thy enemies,
The peace of my mind.
Was just like I had learnt in Science
Directly proportional.

Dear Lord grant me pardon
For I have sinned,
Letting my mind control my heart
And let it win
But how helpless am I
For my heart was never mine
Losing it to the devil,
I knew I had found my life.
Don't tell a rose how to grow,
And The birds how to chirp.
Don't tell your daughter to be soft,
Don't tell your son how to hurt.

Don't tell the sky what color to bleed,
And a person, the right way to grieve.
Don't try to tame your daughter's tongue,
Don't tell your son the manly ways to love.

Don't tell the wind which way to blow
Or the clouds how hard to rain.  
Don't teach your daughter how to soak,
Don't show your son how to easily reject.

Don't tell the sun to adjust its light
Or the truth how to show itself.
Don't tell your daughter it's feminine to shy,
Don't teach your son how to reign with fists held high.

Don't tell a heart how to beat
Or the mind how not to soar.
Don't clip off your daughter's  wings,
To make them a foundation for your son to grow.

Don't tell a rose how to grow,
Lest it decides to turn its petal into thorns.
Don't tell the birds how to chirp
And have their voices turn into rebellious growls.
Finally, one of my many poems was chosen as a daily.
Just been a 5 years.

I still can't believe it.

Also, thank you for all your reviews and love. I still don't think I'm a poet, I just usually ramble. But I'm so glad you guys gave this poem such love.
Means a lot.

Again, thank you very very much.
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