Sometimes, I don’t know what I’m living for.
People I love, never love me like I need them to.
People are meant to radiate or drain ,*
But what if you are tired of radiating?
The purpose of your life is what you make of it.
But what if you cannot find that purpose?
Everyone has expectations from me.
Just for once.
People would stop expecting, and start accepting
As I am.
If they can’t,
I wish they would leave me alone;
Stop judging without understanding,
And just shut their big mouths.
That I am not you.
I never was,
And I never will be.
Red – the colour of blood
Red – the colour of love
The colour of the sky when the sun rises
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It was a blank sort of day, the sort of day when nothing really happens. A quiet kind of day, the sun streaming in through the window, lighting up the tiny window seat, the stripped covers on it, the many mis-matching cushions that had been piled onto it, the figure curled up onto it under a twisted comforter. The light bulb near her head was still on, its light indiscernible in the light of the sun. Continue reading
Take a deep breath.
Its just a bad day,
Not a a bad life
He lay on the bed, headphones in, lights out.
The moonlight filters in thorough the half drawn blinds, illuminating the tiny tabby kitten lying cuddled up on his stomach.
A butterfly flutters across the field, alighting at last on a boys’s freckled nose.
“Bedtime, little brother”,said big brother.
“No!” Screamed little brother. “Don’t wanna!”
“C’mon kiddo, dad’s gonna be home soon and he’s gonna be angry that you are not in bed.”
Little brother scowled “Dad’s never home..”
Big brother sighed. At 8 he had sole responsibility of his little brother.