Month: March 2015

  • slow typing in a dark room

    slow typing in a dark room

    I wish the darkness inspired me to be the moon or even a firefly would be more than fine but I am surrounded by so much of it that I don’t remember what it is and what is mine I wish I was a poem born from pain or even a paragraph about how it…

  • chapter 13

    If I had a girlfriend who put me before everything else in her world.I would celebrate her existence with all my heart.If she cared about my family and what to gift to them on special occasions,and if she worried about what my teenage cousin would feel if I did not get her the justin beiber…

  • Chapter 11

    There is nothing right in my life And whatever is left I don’t know if I am strong enough to go through that

  • Conversations

    “is there anything I can do for you?” “yes,please be here for me.” “that I can’t…” “mm” “anything else?” “I’m looking for something to look forward,I am hopeless.” “but a lot more worse things are going to come,you are not the person I knew before….Aren’t you supposed to overcome this already?” “I’m sorry I’m such…

  • The four letter charm

    Those tiny four letter words They been killing women all over the world             D-I-e-t              u-g-l-y              f-l-a-b              l-o-v-e

  • Chapter 10

    It feels like I am not supposed to be here or anywhere as a matter of fact, People who occasionally visit me can’t stop themselves from calling me fat,ugly and things like how I’m going to end up alone What they don’t realise is I am already alone. My only freinds are those I don’t…

  • CHAPTER 9

    CHAPTER 9

    Diseases are not cured overnight…and distances created are not covered..sometimes not even in a lifetime. If you know anyone with depression,help that person out…no matter how busy you are…because you never know when will be the last time you see them… http://www.helpguide.org/articles/depression/helping-a-depressed-person.htm here is a link you could copy paste and see how you could…

  • Dustbin

    Dustbin

    she works in a off white office cubicle with a blue dust bin in the corner she is expected to ”think outside the box” and ”make a difference” and ”be herself”  only if she is following all the company rules  only if her fresh ideas do not offend the seniors who can’t function in her…

  • chapter 8

    my depression does not seem to distance itself from me its just that people and dreams that keep on maintaining their distances…it seems I look like a demon to them.   I am not ashamed of being depressed…but I will admit I am tired of this disease I am almost tired of momos….that is how…

  • distances

    distances

    Whatever you say is ”fairly valid” whatever I feel is not Whatever I have I need to ”let go” and whatever you say … comes with a full stop.