Solicitude.

I'm high on my thoughts. The only reservoir I have. My thoughts, they never betray me unlike everyone and everything.They stay by me forever. Yes, Not to mention the battle I have everyday, when the demons take over, when it's dark, when I get all suicidal. But that doesn't count. Because when loneliness reign over, the only weapon that saves me is my thoughts, that comes out as tears, accompanies me, I'm lulled by the very over-thinking, that turns my bed of flowers into bed of thorns, but that's okay, I'd be okay. It would be better than the woe that I experience when I've no one by me amidst of all the people around me.

Destruction.

I'm living and dying at the same time. I die at every interval in between the heartbeats. I die 71 times a minute. But none of this is as mind boggling as it's mentioned in the books. This is terrible, horrific. How does it feel to stab yourself with a knife 71 times a minute, the feeling, it makes you numb, it's stupefying, leaves you befuddled.

My heart was blind.

For infatuation led me to sin,
I'd no idea I'd take away your grin,
A shoulder I'd always desired,
You gave me that and its not denied,
But now when I am back to reality,
The dream doesn't mean anything to me,
You wanted a caged bird,
But I was a butterfly,
Then how would this happen,
That I won't be permitted to fly?
I don't want to be loved no more,
Only wish of mine is to be explored.

Butterfly.

No, I do not belong here, I cannot become one of these people. I'm all love and they'll burn me with their hatred. I'm a butterfly and they won't let me fly. I'm a rose and they appreciate my beauty by plucking me. I do not belong here. Lets fly. Lets run away to our neverland.

Words will silence me.

There are some thoughts, some feelings that provoke you to write, so beautifully, that it feels like the whole universe wants you to write. And then there are those esoteric feelings, those puzzling thoughts, that never allow you to write. Overthinking is what I name it. It kills you. And you cannot express it, not even to that piece of paper.

For I've been fond of your darkness. And I contemplate your esoteric thoughts. Your flawless words, they take my breath away. Every word you utter is enchanting. You're my fantasy. And I'll follow your soul to discover the beauty of your world. I'll meet you in your hell and I'll make it our heaven.

Desolation

 Khalil Jibran quotes "We're all like the bright moon, we still have our darker side."

Who would've known the pain she had burried inside her heart. No one had a slight idea of what she was going through. That smile and giggles she had, who would've known it was a mask she used to wear to obscure her despair from the world, to bury the emptiness inside her. She was missing a big part of her's. She preferred solitude over being around with people. All of her world revolved around the memories she had stored in her heart. Melancholy now meant more than happiness to her. The world knew her for her courage, for the smiles and giggles, nobody knew it meant nothing to her. She was in love with the dark side of her's now. Because this darkness, this bleakness had given her the bravery and courage, it was only her darkness that taught her the rules of living this life. She knew that she would face a tragedy anytime and she was used to it, that's why she welcomed it with a smile on her face.