Tangled

کسی اپنے سے چوٹ کھا کر ہی ، میں نے نیند میں رونا سیکھا ہے۔

کہ صبح تک آنسو سوکھ جایں ، نہ دِکھے چہرے پر کوئی بھی غم

ورنہ ہستے ہیں لوگ لاچاری پر ، میں نے یہ حالات سے سیکھا ہے

Because now a days, the more you express your feelings, the more you show them how much they mean to you..the more they take you forgranted. They exploit your feelings, they make fun of them. The more you are available to them , the more they will find other things to keep them busy as they know no matter what they can come back to you whenever they want, whenever they’re free and you’ll be sitting there waiting for them with open arms.

You give and give and give , you empty yourself but you get nothing back because apparently sensitive and expressive people are just fools and everytime they express themselves they just end up making a fool out of themselves so if you really wanna be expressive and share your feelings make sure you share in a limit so they don’t treat you like an emotional fool and step on your heart right infront of you.

کس محبت سے ہار مانی ہے

کیا ہوتا اگر میری محبت کو مجھ سے محبت ہوتی

DEPRESSION SEASON IS HERE

Yes! I can pick myself up

Yes! I can take care of myself

Yes! I can wipe my own tears

But is it too bad to want someone else to take care of you? I’m not saying i cant take care of myself. I can. But it feels good to be taken care of. To be picked up from the ground. To have someone put their arms around you, hold you and tell you its gonna be okay.

Because honestly, i’m tired of telling myself that.

I let that anger out on my body

It kept begging me for mercy

But how would i know what mercy is?

How would i know, when no one ever took mercy on me?

Its just been me all alone

Crying and then wiping my own tears

Watching myself bleed and then cleaning myself up

Breaking down and then picking myself up

Who was there? Who wipped my tears?

Who kissed my scars? Who picked me up from that cold bathroom floor?

WHO SAVED ME?

WHO TOOK MERCY ON ME?