Nightmare.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see a little white,

A little speck of light,

Shining through the dark,

Waiting for me to fall apart.

So she can come and save me,

And hold me in her arms,

And tell me I'm not lonely,

I'll never be alone,

So I chase after it,

In the dead of the night,

The angel never sees me,

As I run after her.

Wait for me, I'll come too,

Never mind that it's two,

Dawn is breaking and if it's later than this,

I will fall into this endless abyss.

She should have reached out for me,

Flown me into paradise,

But she turned and looked at me,

Breaking from her disguise.

Razor-sharp claws, and horn-like teeth,

Scowling and screaming, she lunges at me.

Kicks, cries, screams all die,

As she breaks me.

Last thing I remember before she puts me down,

She looks at me and smiles as I frown.

Don't you know, she says

I'm just the beginning of your end.

She is, she is, I think.

I know exactly what she is too.

She is my most beautiful dream,

My worst nightmare come true.

Boom

Why is it wrong
To hope that this love we have lasts a little longer than forever?
Why is it wrong
To not be contented with a few smiles and plenty quarrels?
Why is it wrong
To seek more than just a pretty cover
To what has become of us,
Just wait it out till it's all over?

Tell me how wrong is it,
To want out right now?
Tell me how fast,
How long it will take you to run out?
Tell me,
I'll count,
I can't wait,
Can't just sit around.

Gunpacking round town,
Gonna leave soon,
Shoot for the stars,
Land up on the moon.
There you stand, smiling,
Oblivious of your impending doom.
Run now while you still can,
Run before the silence, before the BOOM!

*this made absolutely no sense sorryy*

Our Time

We were told to grow up,
We were told it's a wonder,
We were told we'd be free,
Free to make any blunders.
They spoke of such a paradise,
The talks made us wait,
The minutes turned into hours,
The hours into days.
We counted the time on our little fingers,
Kept counting till they grew bigger,
The count had now gone beyond measure,
A smile lights up as we realise we're adults.
So we searched for the paradise,
Far and wide,
Hunted for days and weeks,
Not sleeping at night.
The mistakes we made,
Did not slip,
The prices we paid,
Were way too big.
But we never stopped searching,
Searching for this Wonderland,
And we never realised,
It was all a trap.
For growing up was not being free,
It was being caged,
Like a bird bound to a tree.
But we keep singing,
Hoping in vain,
Someday we'll be free,
Someday our time will come.

But now we realise, we know, we feel.
It's time to break the chains
It's time to fly, soaring the blue skies,
Full of wonder, full of joy.
Take one last look at these binds, my friends.
Then set fire and run.
Take one last look, my friends,
Our time has come.
.
*cue evil laughter*
*vanishes in the flames*

You need help.

Mommy and Daddy have been having lots of fights lately.

They fight every night. I pretend to be asleep, but really, I hear the screaming through the paper-thin walls of our tiny house.

Last night, I heard a vase break, and I heard Mommy crying. Daddy then started crying, too.

Today at lunch, as Daddy sat at the head of the table and Mommy sat opposite of me, I noticed the purple marks on her neck and arms. I wanted to ask her, but there was a chilling silence this afternoon that I just couldn’t find in myself to break.

So after lunch, as I sat reading my book, Mommy came up to my room and shut the door. She grabbed my hair in her fists, her face red and tear-blotched. I screamed in pain as she thrashed me against the headboard of my bed. Again and again. I passed out for a while after that.

I missed dinner. And now as I lay in bed, I hear the screaming. More throwing things, more vases breaking. More crying. There was a short silence, and then I think I heard Mommy scream. It ended abruptly.

Something made me get out of bed. I went outside. The door to the basement was open.

I went downstairs. One dim light was glowing, and a foot behind it, Daddy stood, hunched over a long table. It was much too dark to see anything.

‘Daddy?’ I ask. He turns around, and I see what’s on the table. It’s Mommy’s body, pale and lifeless, blood oozing out from various spots. Daddy’s hands are red, he’s holding a butcher knife in one.

He looks at me, forming words in his mouth. ‘Sweetie..’

‘Don’t,’ I say, walking towards him. He looks at me with tears in his eyes.

I look at my mother’s body.

‘Can I help?’

He smiles.

Avenge my Soul.

You can cut me,
You can make me bleed.
My bones may break,
But it'll take more than that to crack me.
I'll still have my soul,
Unhurt and whole,
I'll survive even in the cold,
Because I'm dead already, don't you know?

Perfect Lovers

They had skin like paper,
Cuts much deeper,
All their lives they searched for someone like themselves.
But fate said no, they shouldn't meet,
They should never be.
And so, it was tragic,
When they passed each other,
They walked right by,
the Perfect Lovers♡

Fate.

Telling someone not to be sad because someone else is going through more crap than they are is ridiculous.
It's like telling someone not to be happy because someone out there has better things and a genuinely better life than theirs.
People are so stereotypical, that they sometimes don't even realize that they are hurting others' feelings.
Like, I've heard so many people justifying that, no, just because someone did something bad, they aren't bad people.
You know what? I disagree.
Yes, bad things happened to them, so they did something bad.
But, you know what? Bad things happen to everyone.
Tragedy strikes everyone, not looking at whether they're old or young, or innocent or not.
Everyone is equal in the eyes of life and death, right?

Yes, bad things happen to everyone.
Now, see, that's when you find out who's naughty and who's nice.

Why, I know so many, literally SO MANY people that have been through shit, and yet they're the nicest people I know.

Bad things happen to everyone. Everyone cries the same tears and endures the same pain.
These tragedies are what make the bad people do bad things.
They're also what make the good people, good.

It depends on you, entirely.
It's all in your hands.
"It is the fool and the coward who says- "This is fate", so says the Sanskrit proverb. 
It is the strong man who stands up and says "I will make my fate"."

Ps.- Yes, okay I quoted Swami Vivekananda. So sue me. 

I Know.

You wanna see the scars? They've faded.
You wanna see my heart? It's torn.
You wanna be a part? Go ahead and join in.
You wanna see what it's like on the inside? I dare you to even try.

Why would they say something, when they have no idea what it's like on this side?
Why make someone feel like trash?
Does it make them happy? Is that happiness worth someone else's? Or rather, their pain and misery?

I asked him for forgiveness long ago.
You know what he said? He said: "I may forget, but I will never forgive, The scars will remain for as long as I live."

I tell you, I assure this,
It isn't worth someone else's life, their happiness, their joy.
I say this, for I know,
I know, and I feel so low.

Terrible Things.

Tears flow steadily,
The ground shakes beneath me.
I keep asking myself, over and over again,
What have I done to myself?

I watched a movie today,
It said everything I had to say.
It showed the story of a little girl,
And how she was scarred by the big bad world.

I sit, tired and alone,
I feel like my insides are torn.
Oh, what am I going to do now?
Where should I go now?

I want to see how great the world is,
I want to see the sunshine and the butterflies.
But how can I, how will I ever?
If life keeps doing these terrible things to me.