My mistake, my bad, I'm sorry because of me you are again sad...

"and you gonna be happy at Zero O'clock...."
but it was my misfortune that I was up till Four O'clock...

I'll explain you what I was doing till four o'clock...
but let me tell you first, my tears are no joke..,
so don't be in a shock..

So....
The scene was : I was lying on my bed beside my mom, silently tears were streaming down, I was trying so hard not to make any sound...

Breaths were getting heavier and heavier....
I know there is no one who could become my saviour...

I was squealing my lungs out inside my head, nothing is left to say, I'm just Dread...

my pillow was soaked into tears, face was contorted with sterling wrath, should I end this fucking Seesaw game called "life", that was my thought....

Some smell was coming from my pillow cover..
oh yeah, it was mixture of discontent and heart burn at it's finest...

I lied.... you are calling me a liar.. but now the frigging thing is I'm not a liar, I'm a sinner and my heart is on fire....

I really didn't knew that it would turn out like this.. my sin is that I gave you bruises again...

Oh god, my heart... just burn it don't feel shame....

Damn.! I know I'm intractable, curt, rude and I deserve contempt... but the way you talked to me was extremely unpleasant... and it made me a dissident....

you are accusing me that I've changed.. you said, I'm "not the same girl u fell in love with"...
you know I'm listening to "Who" and this song made me realize that if I was a mess before, I'm a complete train wreck now....

I don't want to hurt you more, neither I ever meant my actions to cause you any pain..,
all this fuss, I just want to restrain...

But the actual fuck is, I'm stuck, save me, save me from myself and save him from me, I'm reluctantly harming his heart,
god please tear me apart and burn my fucking heart...

Now don't think that I write all this to gain any sympathy... I'm not good at sharing my feelings, but I think it's okay,
I'm not seeking any empathy...

I started writing because I really need to vent it all out... if I don't, it kills me every second and it stings in my heart, that's why whenever I feel gloom, on a paper, with my pen, my thoughts and feelings,
I impart.....

But I'm sick of this now, I hate it, i want to be a good person,, im disgruntled with my this side...
but I think now,
I should become Stoic and all this torment I should hide....

I want to be A Pink Rose that can give u a fragrance of love .. and when you take a glance of it, you couldn't help a smile, that snuck its it's way onto your face...

Yeah

I will become that Haze,
I will become that Daze...


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