Break-Out !


Break-out.


I got to break out, I have to.
Problem was not with anyone.
No one is to blame, just cant blame anyone.

If it was for one person, I could have easily blamed and moved on.
Who doesn’t want to move on?

The fact is world is not goanna change for me. Their attitude will always be like this for me. Or to be more precise, their attitude will always be like this for a handicapped creep like me.

I am being tortured, psychologically. There are just so many memories that I cannot take. If it was for one day or so, life wouldn’t have been this difficult. This trauma goes on a daily basis. I am so tired; I can’t entertain this any longer.

If there was something from my side that was lacking, I would have said myself to improve.
There is no mistake from my side, there never was any mistake from my side.
I am not to be blamed. I got to get out of this guilt.

There is nothing that I have to improve to get accepted.
There is nothing that I have to fix to shorten these distances.
It’s their will that they don’t want me in life.
I can sense it, even if they won’t say. It’s quite obvious, isn’t it?
Silence speaks loud. Actions say more than words. And what not?
There are multiple mediums to perceive and verify what lies in heart. I can’t pretend to be NAIVE.
I know it is not right, neither justified, but I am just too drained to deal with it. I can’t.
That’s enough! This battle is not mine to fight. I give up. I quit.

Not that I like to live alone, I am human being too. I need socialising as much as I need air. But I feel suffocated in this alien world. I do not belong here. This is not my kind. This is not my home.
If this was my kind, I would have sensed a least affection or least some satisfaction of some form.
This void is consuming me. This can’t be my home. This can't be my place.


I must walk on my path to my home.

My place, My world.

A better world. 

A kind world.

Where we stand all as one and one as all. 

Where hearts are pure, and minds are strong.

Where Darkness resides only to show stars. And not the horrors.

Where being wicked is sin, and not a choice.

Where eyes can see and hearts can feel.

where ears can hear, and words can heal.

Where people are ABLED to offer help. 

And not DIS-ABLED to ignore cries of help.

That is my home. I must find.

Even if there is no path, no directions.
Heart will guide me beyond darkness, beyond illusions, beyond dichotomy of good and evil.

Heart will guide me to home, to my home.

I may walk alone on this journey, but I won’t die alone.

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least not in theory :p



 


Comments

  1. Anonymous14 September 2023 at 11:20

    You are not alone, I am here with you. Hamesha and Forever ❤️

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