why do the people who think the most,do the least?
why do the people who spend their day in dreaming,achieve the least?
why do the people who smile the most,have sad stories to tell?
why do the people who kill are the very one’s who’ll do anything for their family?
Why do some of the most beautiful people have the ugliest heart’s?
why do the some of the not so good looking people have one of the most magical hearts?
why do we do what we do?
Apologies are easy to say but hard to mean……telling someone that you are “SORRY”,isn’t that difficult but actually meaning it and saying it because you understand the pain you have actually caused the other person is as tough as it sounds.I have said and heard ,fake and real apologies and trust me there’s a huge difference in both of them.
Today I want to say sorry from the bottom of my hurt to the people who i have hurt ,the people who i ignore,the people who i torture for no reason
and lastly i want to say sorry to myself….sorry that I don’t get up in the morning just because I am too lazy too,sorry because I can’t stay awake to study but i can too watch movies,sorry because I can’t understand what is important and whats not ,sorry because i give up on everything just because I think my parents will always find me another way
I am so sorry for giving up on you before even realizing who you are.
It’s easy to say sorry to everyone but can you understand what it means to apologise to your self.
No matter what happens ,never give up……be who you are…….. and hey YOU …..trust me
you are worth it!!
words which were never said
stories which were never meant to be
words which have no meaning anymore
hearts which were torn apart
Things which happen for no reason hurt the most.So many questions ,so many answers ,so many sorries,so many feelings…..unexpressed feelings which have no place to go.Music gives an escape to fill the void or the pain.
As she looks down her hand
she can see it.
A line,a bruise,a cut,a scar
whatever it may be it’s there.
tears swell up in her eyes
she dares to touch it
her small fragile fingers touch the marks
they’re deeper than she thinks
reality hits her as she falters to get up
she gasps for air but in vain
using all her strength she screams
a scream which she herself couldn’t hear
as her head is about to hit the ground in defeat
her eyes open
it was just a dream
she looks down her hand again
a bright scarlet scar stares back at her
a scar which didn’t take her life
but taught her a lesson
a lesson she’ll remember
throughout her precious life