I hid my feelings so deep
That I can’t find them anymore

My heart is straining with every beat
It feels so sore

I’m giving with all I have left to lose

   I can’t do this anymore.

I'm not sure how long more
I can pretend to be happy
How long more
I'd be able to put this fake smile on my face
Endure my panic attacks
Living the day hiding the pain

Everything is going down hill
Nothing is getting better

I dont know
How long more
I'd be able to endure
Before i do something bad
Once again

We are the disease of this world
Is this notion accepted
We a plague to the trees
the air, the sea
Yet some still contest this.
The beauty of the world
Is now captured in paintings and cages
We a plague to this world
These words now singed to this pages....

It's’ easier to suffer
than it is to love,
love is in the wait,
suffering is in the now.

We all face tough stuff in life.
And I am not going to debate whether someone else's rough patch was rougher than mine, suffered more, fell to lower lows.
What's the point of that?
When you suffer you suffer.

अब बात नही होती
अब मिलते भी नही है
अब ब्लॉक भी कर दिया है
अब सारी तस्वीरे भी जला दी है
अब फोन का नम्बर तक डिलीट कर दिया है
उसकी यादे भी अपने दिल में दबा दी है।
अब उसको याद करके रोया भी नही जाता।
लगभग कुछ भी नही बचा अब हम दोनों के बीच
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मगर ये कैसा इश्क़ है खत्म होने का नाम ही नही लेता

I don't understand how the victim is the one to be blamed, as the predator goes off easily. The sensitive ones blamed for how they feel as their reaction are blown out of proportion while the predator gaslights and walk off with no responsibility or consequence for their action. Why is that salt is added to wound, trigger pulled on a trigger while the perpetuators, manipulators walk off free. I don't understand why the victims suffer, while the predators are glorified. I don't understand, and maybe by breathing naivety never will.

- To the many things, I fail to understand about this world