Cut the crap!

Now, this is strangling my throat and my heart is sinking into the river of dismay. I never wanted to walk on such ways but now the broken pieces are stinging my bare feet. It is aching and I am tired to be in people’s good book when they know nothing of it all. They don’t know, it is piercing my heart and it aches.

Day by day, I am becoming schizophrenic. Hearing those voices, having vision and fighting with them, it is torturous. But this is all what I’ve now. It supports me to collect my all broken parts and shape them into a girl’s shadow. I talk loudly and sharply and fastly  about people and family just to make myself realize that I am living in this world. I am normal but a point comes when I find myself hollow, alone and tired . When I find myself helpless to confess things and this nurture my bosom with more pain.I want to put my heart in front of others to exhale it all but, then, a curse has stabbed my life.

Because…