Have you ever wondered what this world would be like, without you? Lifeless and dead like you??Or the same as it was before, cold and cruel.With only hatred for people like me.Maybe i am wrong or maybe Not.Maybe i judged it all wrong with my myopic eyes and cluttered mind Or maybe i just could not look enough. Not Looked enough to see whether it was all a perception of my own dismantled thoughts,and my handicapped mentality that unwillingly forced me to frame an all wrong notion about the world i am living in, among the people i m struggling with, towards a future i m not ready to be a part of.What if everything that i have been doing is just a part of something thats never gonna happen.Something that was never in the bigger picture that the world hung upon the walls of my broken heart, only to stain it with my own blood.Maybe it wasnt merely a coincidence that all those wounds werent meant to be transformed into beautiful scars but painful memories to be remembered long after I m gone.Or maybe they were supposed to trigger the ache this world inflicted upon me , time and again which my dead and soul less body could no longer feel anymore.But sadly i was numb and oblivious to everything around, owing to my already non existent life.The world would always be the same, no matter you exist or not. Its gonna be there like it was , unperturbed by my death or yours or anyones'. It hardly makes any difference to the world whether u r alive or dead or in a totally third dimension.But for your own satisfaction, u can believe what you want. Whether the world would stop existing for a while or time would cease to mourn over your death. Its all upto you.You can believe in anything and everything that pleases you.Be it the sweetest lies or the ugliest truth. You are already dead so that just means nothing.You are investing in the wrong place, for the wrong people, all for the wrong reasons. Those eyes hiding behind the prettiest faces and honey coated words are myths you could never unravel.Though death might be the eternal truth,your family would be the only one devastated by your loss nevertheless sooner or later they too would learn to live without you.The birds would still chirp every morning and the dawn would still bring beautiful sunshine to your bedroom window, even in your absence. Your words may echoe in the house where you grew up but there wont be anyone to be yelled at now.And Teatime would be the only time , you would be missed But everyone would get used to this new life.Isn't it??
Oh, how I fell in love with the lunacy sleeping in you your chaotic demeanor left me enchanted no sooner did i realize I was drawn towards you like a moth towards light a mother towards her unborn child a lover towards the love of his life I was lost lost in translation of whats happening and whats not of what could never be and what was always meant to be my body in confusion of all the undesirable chemicals as they started flowing through the blood inside my veins gushed unimpeded leaving me in a state of sepsis that nobody could help me out with that no amount of epi or oxygen could cure me anymore my brain tried to help but my body was out of reach oblivious to the trauma you put me into the shock my fragile heart couldnt bear my breath though in vain trying to hold onto my life my blood devoid of any feelings no matter how hard it tried only poison it could carry to my brain to my limbs to my viscera to my mouth and eyes as I lay frozen and cyanosed not becuase of the impure blood but my toxicated emotions my putrid thoughts, gangrenous devouring every inch of this tastelsss flesh consolidating in me slowly as my hands lay still rotten and stinky waiting to be amputated with an artificial not so functional though a manageable robot, a machine to replace some of the damaged parts you marred with your negligence this fatigued heart too inefficient to pump that shitty⁰ fluid anymore succumbing to the torture inflicted upon by picograms of undeserved love and care adorned by your denial almost taking away the miniscule of sanity left behind in that corner of my nasty little greymatter as it too gave up on my body undesirous to try any harder brainwashing itself to accept the truth of my dying body of my tormented soul lest i shouldn't end up lifeless like a corpse doomed until eternity under this barren earth soiled with fear hopeless dead with a regret of never waking up again.