Don’t Let Anyone Who Hasn't Been In Your Shoes Tell You How To Tie Your Laces.

For you!!

“Nobody wants to hear this, but sometimes the person you want the most is the person you’re best without.”

— Unknown

“Do you ever have those random nights where your brain won’t shut off, even though your body feels like five hundred pounds of exhausted.”

— Becky Albertalli

“look for friendships and relationships that actually makes you grow, look for bright people, positive people, supportive people, you don’t need any toxic shit in your life.”

— Unknown

You lost your daughter only because of your lack of understanding!

I wish this world to end soon, so I can pass away without causing anyone sadness and finally escape from my perpetual mental anguish.

“We all have one foot in a fairytale, and the other in the abyss.”

— Paulo Coelho

I'm exhausted from listening to music,

Making an effort feels impossible,

Waiting seems endless,

Even the things I love feel burdensome.

Nothing I do helps me feel better.

Getting up from my bed is a struggle,

Relieving the pain feels like an uphill battle,

Accepting the pain is overwhelming.

I find it hard to validate myself,

And to give my heart the love it deserves.

What's the point of living if you can't be there for yourself?

Why did I give myself to someone without any guarantee?

I hate to acknowledge its return,

And this time its aim is ambiguous,

Which makes it all the more disturbing.

It breaks my heart,

I feel like a soul trapped in my body,

Trying to break free from these unwanted thoughts.

I feel imprisoned in my own mind and body,

My soul shackled by my physical form.

Every racing heartbeat feels like a cry for help,

As if it’s banging on a door, begging to be freed.

My mind acts like a silent watcher,

Its evil laughter echoing,

Seeming more wicked than ever.

I know this isn't me,

Because if it were, I would open the door,

And let my inner self find happiness.

I feel helpless,

Falling back into the dungeon.

And I don’t know if I'll be saved again by someone,

Or if I’m just waiting to drown and crawl back to my space.

I don't want to drown,

I'm scared like a baby.

I can hear people calling my name,

I can hear her calling.

It feels good to be called by name:

"Arundhathi... Arundhathi..."

It's my friend calling,

Pooja is calling me,

And I’m twitching suddenly.

Help, please, please ask for help.

Am I being overdramatic, or am I just a little stressed?

I don't know what can help me feel better.

Exercise, a walk, or a long talk with my friend, or making new connections?

What can I try?

Is this a poem? No.

Writing poems relieves stress,

Makes me feel like I'm good enough.

Honestly, I don't doubt my abilities anymore.

I know I'm good enough.

And poetry ensures that feeling always stays.

But this isn't a poem; it's a stream of consciousness written in verses.

I really wanna get out of this kurti version of me

Love stories are not about love, they are about what happens to people when they are in love .

-Imtiaz Ali