#bleedingpen

The world as we know it works in nobody's favour. We may have battlefields on which senseless violence takes place, but sometimes the worst kind of harm comes not from famine or plagues. But from the next door neighbour who thinks that you're not what your parents are, the parents who want you to be just like the next door neighbour's child. The worst kind of destruction is that of our self-esteem and maybe, just maybe if you're one of the unlucky ones the worst kind of destruction is that of your soul.

A couple of days ago I burnt all my poetry and I'm trying to figure out if I did that because it wasn't good enough or if I did it because I thought... I hoped that the depression would follow the wind the same way that the ashes did

because,"There's someone else as times goes by. "

And I would've kissed her like an alcoholic taking his last drink

She was like a rose that complained about the thorns on her stem. And to him... that just made her untouchable.

Maybe like specific music genres, sports or fashion sense. Maybe love isn't made for everyone.

I'd prefer the melody that's only sung by you.

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