I think somehow I have realized that human psyche is a real delicate thing. Hard to read, impossible to predict. It can take only so much pain and when the pain grows unbearable, it looks for an escape. A little escape from this world.
Sometimes, nobody gets your state of mind, your inner mayhem. You have close friends, family but you're very complicated for them at such time. You have a few hell understanding pen-pals but they are far, so far that they can't bring you at ease. All they have for you are 'words' and words are something that can heal but can't cure. People, who yelled about their love towards you all through your life, they don't even shit care about you. Whenever they get any opportunity to have someone better, they poof. Without even realizing what are they going to miss. Life is such a mess. Good moments, bad hours. Happy days, sappy years. They say, "There is always a bright morning after darkest night." I ask, "What if you can not make it through the night?"
PS: Another piece of shit. I just hate it when I think too much.
Sometimes, nobody gets your state of mind, your inner mayhem. You have close friends, family but you're very complicated for them at such time. You have a few hell understanding pen-pals but they are far, so far that they can't bring you at ease. All they have for you are 'words' and words are something that can heal but can't cure. People, who yelled about their love towards you all through your life, they don't even shit care about you. Whenever they get any opportunity to have someone better, they poof. Without even realizing what are they going to miss. Life is such a mess. Good moments, bad hours. Happy days, sappy years. They say, "There is always a bright morning after darkest night." I ask, "What if you can not make it through the night?"
PS: Another piece of shit. I just hate it when I think too much.
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