Words from the heart.

Hello everyone, Today is a different day, a very different day for me. You all know me as a writer and a poet who keeps disturbing you by posting some really depressing poetry. Some of you like it, some of you don't. Some of you sincerely read it and comment that you loved it, some of you don't bother to even visit it. But that's okay, I am not judging anyone for that. Today I am not here to post another depressing poetry or anything. Today I am here to address an issue that has been eating me alive for a very long time. This topic doesn't actually have any name, it's like predator that has eaten many dreams alive and I am one of the victim. I was in a very well educated family of doctors. My childhood was not how it would have been for some other kid. It was very dreadful. I am sorry I cannot tell you why, but it was. I never went out to play, or make any friends, i was always busy in competition in becoming the best. My family wanted me to be the best and I w

TIRED There she sat by the edge of the river, hands covered in blood her face a beautiful mess of tears. She watched her own face in the great mirror below, everything was same but yet so unfamiliar. She tried to remember that little girl who played by this same river, who never knew what lay ahead one day, her pretty white dress would be smeared. Smeared with the scarlet liquid of those whom she trusted most, oblivious that those people were her prison's host. She kept her dreams hidden all these years she cried for her passion, but this cruel world had killed the rarest wisdom. She fought her own family couldn't believe what was done, but even the deepest ocean has an end and her patience had crossed even that one. Now she sat there sweating and panting, tired with her demons tired of all the fighting.

ARMIES There she lay at the bottom of the sea, With a lump in her throat wanted to die desperately. All this time she pretended to be a warrior, but she had lost so much she had to finally surrender. She surrendered to those demons whom she kept fighting  all her life, thinking they were the reason for her back stabbed with a knife. But now she was finally realizing that she was fighting the wrong ones, as they were not the reason she was rotting at the bottom of the ocean. The people whom she loved all her life were now standing around her, Each carrying a sharp knife and her eyes had filled with horror. Now was the time for her to fight as these were the true enemies, and now she won't give up her demons formed her armies.