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Dedicated to my friend…

She always had that smile on her face, fake, may be she didn't want others to know the mental anguish............

“Hide the pain, carry on, Routine is the key. Don't let on that you're not, what you're pretending to be.”

Alone she read, alone she dream, she like her music loud, and fault her faultless fate. One thing was sure, all she wanted was to hide, hide the catastrophic pain.

“Lock it all up inside you, How badly that bodes. Look out for that one day, when it all just explodes.”

Alone she made the decision to end it up all, she didn’t know how many people would later cry, the knife slashed her wrist, the blood poured out.

“Tried to be free, yet I see that wasn’t the way. Her life goes on. Now she has nothing to hide except for the big ugly mark on her wrist."

3 comments:

Hari said...

:-(

Death, aah the pangs of it! It hurts especially if the person took his/her own life himself/herself! But you can't look condescendingly upon them! It's the pressure of the times, indeed...

mea culpa said...

I Know!!!
She is still my friend, My best friend.

"SunShine" said...

Sigh ...I wish for nobody the problems should overrule the life ...


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