When your wound ripe, it’s really hard to wipe!
Do you know the feeling when your very own soul becomes a stranger to you? It is when you are tormented, agonized and cursed every single moment in your life and insulted by your very own existence. You very presence has been tortured to the point where there is nothing left. Do you know the feeling when you see yourself in a mirror, the shadow is dark and murky – utterly lost?
It’s the sadness that keeps me alive, otherwise my own happiness has broken me bit by bit. I don’t think anything will ever make sense anymore. Life teaches you may things but above all it teaches you pain to an extent! But beyond that, even life fails to teach you or make you learn to bare it… then what do you do? Do you know who tastes death every day, every moment? For some it’s their daily needs and for some its mere affection, they crave for! This way or that way, everyone is tormented and agonized… Your pain lesser than mine – no, its worst in your case and mine is painful too. So what to do?
Have you ever felt so lonely, that it starts to haunt you? Your very own shadow becomes so dark that it takes a troubling troll on you? That’s when you are accused of your own goodness… it happens when everything around you, starts to howl at you without any reason. It’s the pain that is all around you!
You ask me why so much darkness tonight? Yes, because I am human too. I have a heart too… and it cuts and hurts very hard. Soaring wounds of mine, when ripe in the middle of the night, it troubles me to sleep and to have peace… Seeing so much pain all around; harrow me inside out, which sometimes becomes unbearable. Tremble my soul to the core and my spine shivers involuntary , while seeing and experience this world so hollow, without humanity, sensitivity and an essence of love but yes, you ask me what people are giving each other, I can proudly say “pain, insults, abuse, stress and sometimes poison too.” That totally breaks my heart… you ask me why? Because I’m not dead yet and definitely not alienated.
I still cry when I hear someone cry, I still agonize when someone dies. I still love with all my heart, because I do believe till death do us a part!