Crimson red fills the bowl and I think I'm going to be sick.
With every thing spinning so fast I cannot breath.
Walls closing in and everything fades.
Fashes of light come by, one, by one.
Feeling sleepy not knowing your name.
Not knowing mine.
There it is. my favorite thing of all this,
ah the feeling of pain is gone from before and new form enters me.
Laying here waiting for you to come home.
I open my eyes and see flashes of you and me from before you went.
You walk inside.
You call to me and wait for an answer.
You hear small light breaths coming from the bathroom.
thinking it is me, you walk down the hall with a smile.
the kind that makes your knees go week.
You walk in. Oh god, is all you can think.
I'm trying to look up at you but I can't move.
a cold chill comes over me as you pick me up.
You say we are going to the hospital and that everything will be ok.
You rush me in.
Blood running down.
The nurse rushes you to a bed so I can lay down.
I can hear you asking her something.
But I can't make out the words.
I feel something cold and wet touch my face then my arm.
I feel the ***** of a sharp object go in my right arm.
The nurse says that I need stitches because the wound is to deep.
I feel the thread go in and out through my arm.
And a band-aid go around and around.
After I have slept for two days they let you in.
I can move again and open my eyes.
You say that I got 76 stitches because the cuts were way to deep.
And that I almost died.
I pull off the band-aid and look.
I see over 20 cuts and begin to cry.
You tell me its ok and we will get some help.
About 5 years later.
We have two to deal with ourselves.
Jake and Emma.
A beautiful baby boy and baby girl.
The scars are still there.
Some times I wish I could go back 5 years and change what I did do so I can make it right.

My first memory of him is when he was playing football, and I got hit by the ball. I got a severe injury on my forehead. He felt guilty and came to apologise. I said nothing.
Later that day, he sent me a request on facebook. I accepted it and threw cutting words upon him, called him a loser and what not.
I said 'Boys are monsters.' He used to think that girls are two faced *******. He told me this and I cried, I don't really know why.
We both used to make fun of each other, but I never unfriended him.

Once I told him that I am ill and he said, he doesn't care. I cried, I don't really know why.

As days passed, he started annoying me more.
One day I was walking with my little sister in the park and he was practising for his football tournament. Suddenly a wild cat came and started chasing me. I was screaming and asking for help, but he kept playing. I was saved by a guy that was not him and I cried, I don't really know why.

Came December, it was my 18th birthday. My friends threw a surprise party for me. My parents gave me a lot of presents. He didn't wish me a happy birthday. I cried, even though I don't know why.
He became friends with one of my classmates. She told this to me. When I got back home, I cried. I don't really know why.
A year passed on. It was now time for him to leave for Manchester for his training to become a goalkeeper. I pretended that I am very happy over the fact that he is leaving. I went to the airport with my friends. I kept talking to him. When it was finally time for him to fly, we agreed to go our separate ways. We both cried, we both know why!
Those tears we shed, spoke volumes.
He finally went. His training was 2.5 years long. We used to talk everyday, sometimes for a few minutes, sometimes for hours. Life was good and weird at the same time. I waited patiently for him to come back, though, my heart yearned to meet him.
Finally, his training got completed. I thought, that's it. I thought, my wait is over, but how untrue it was. 3 weeks passed, and it seemed as if he doesn't have a plan to come back. A part of me died everyday waiting for him. Whenever I used to ask him when is he coming back, he always responded with 'soon'. Soon seemed like forever. I got furious, and asked him 'Would you come back when I wouldn't be there any longer?' After that I threw away my phone. It broke into pieces, but I didn't feel sorry for it, because my heart was in a much more miserable condition.
He flew to Pakistan the very next day and came to my place as soon as he landed.
I had locked myself in my room. Someone knocked, and I said 'I am alive, that's all you need to know. Now leave me alone'. I didn't know it was him. He said, should I go back then?
That voice. That voice was very familiar. I couldn't believe it was him. For five minutes, I stood still. I didn't open the door because I feared it might not be true.
Finally, I came out. Lucky stars, that was not a dream. He came back. He came back for me, for us. I was so happy that I cried.

Then I told him how my life turned upside down after he left. I used to look myself in the mirror, but didn't recognise the face staring back at me. My laugh used to fill an entire room, but then I drained my energy to act like I am amused. Those three years I spent without him were terrible.
He said, we'll live together forever and forever is a lot bigger than three years. I looked at him and asked 'forever?'. He said, 'forever'.
We both cried, we both know why!

Today we got a phone call from our 7 year old son Ayyan's school, and they told us that he hit a girl with a football.
We both laughed, we both know why! :p

"I love you" she once said
But now they are just fading memories of you two laughing: in the couch or in the bed

"Forever" was another promise she could never keep
Now you can just sit down,remember and weep

"My love for you will never go away"
Too bad she decided not to stay

I think the point I'm trying to make is that you can write,sing or rhyme
But maybe,just maybe nothing lasts for all the time

If guilt and mistakes are at stake
And you're stuck in a rut that's deep with door closed shut
I urge you to break open windows and take, take what you know
And put it in a skill
Use your strength and your will
For only you, this soil, can till
I want you to walk boardwalks and talk to crowds
Convey your heart and speak out loud
To draw and write the things you feel
For though it is not original, or perhaps good enough to show others
You've given yourself something that is real

If the past clings to your ankles and you can't shake it's shackles
Take the rings of iron bound to your feet and break the bindings
The past will not last in your mind anyhow and how you know that you're free
Is when you are able to stand and accept life's steep, and harsh fee
And move and go and know and live and be happy, regardless of it's toll
And if you can do this than you have done more than all the rest who feel best
And you have beaten the ultimate test
For happiness comes sparingly in short bursts
And if you're simply warily comparing the outcomes of actions
Then you are not alive, and the beauty will pass you by
and the chance for happiness will digress and leave you alone

If you can hear then you listen to songs, and words
the footsteps the heartbeats, the wind in the tree's and it's birds

If you can see then you look at the art on the walls that apart from yourself
Can still bring to you some beauty in heart
You look at the bridges in Vermont that in the orange flush fall
Paint the world their colors as they fall from tree's that stand tall

And you like that tree should stand in the wind and not bend to the fate
For when you move with the wind you'll find that happiness does not wait

So as you stare from the window in the stone house you have built
As the flowers you brought from outside are gone, or start to wilt
And you see the sunshine line the paths that you know you should walk
And the people who stand in bands with whom you know you should talk
I hope that the cold of the stone which for years you have known
Serves reminder to find the courage to walk through the door which you abhor
And find the life and light and peace that I know the world for you, has in store.