I am beginning to realize how my existence holds little
meaning to anyone that I thought cared for me. How I'm just a medium for people
to solve their problems and be a part of their grievances. How I don't belong to any place which I can call home.
How I can't be satisfied with anything that I have. How I can't love without
expectations. How I can't be who I am.
I need to run away to a place where nobody knows me.
Somewhere, where I'm not answerable to anyone, where the reason of my tears isn't
a person on whom I'm dependent on, to a place where it won't matter whether I'm
dead or alive,
but it's where I'll live and not merely exist.
but it's where I'll live and not merely exist.
what is this. since wen did u start to feel this way? i dont believe u r talking like a pessimist. what has happened?? and why do u say that u dont belong to any place which u can call home? u used to console ME when i would talk like that. Dont think abt all this. anything wrong?
ReplyDeleteIts just something I wrote long back on my phone and I thought I should put it up for those who can connect with it currently.. :)
ReplyDeleteDon't worry!!
very true!!...most of us feel like this...
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