When the darker hour of the night fades away and when the star of the morning shows herslef beyond the clouds when it's about to dawn here in my city Quetta.
And when you see the sun rising beyond the mountains and when you feel the warmth of a new day when you feel safe in real. And when there's this time when you watch the sun disappearing beyond the mountains and how you feel like fading away beyond those mountains too. I climb and I reach the edges of not green but "dark mountains, Dusty mountains" when you feel like home. And when you stand there and feel the chills in the air crossing your very soul and how peace is spread over your whole existence. I'm a mountain girl living in the city of dark and mysterious mountains where you might meet your real self and the real you too...

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Eyes full of sad poems

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I buried your heart in my chest
I will die to myself for love of you
Keeping your soul alive

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i was feeling it in my throat
me reciting you
and you forgetting me
kissing different hands
unknown lips

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my heart holds your scars
with love and tenderness
and i breathe in your darkness

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From mountains. To Rivers. To Chaos. To you

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All the leaves are gone
Pain is pouring down
And the sky is black
I'm searching for you
In total void
I'm scratching the ground
I'm screaming at the universe
I was once a flower
In the garden of your heart
I fell to the ground
Like those leaves
Those rotted leaves

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A little light
A lantern in the dark
Along with the moon
Along with you

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you offered me your heart
full of other hearts
where mine was empty

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Yes my happy state is being sad and alone and fucked up!! But you can't say that to people around you they will consider you insane
I now understand depression is in your hands you can fucking hide it so well. It's not a disease it's some fucking thing playing with you making you addicted to itself. And I'm addicted to that i swear. I want it like it's kinda drug and it's still there i only play fake
And please stop asking questions people!
To those who are struggling with something, stop asking those who are unemployed, unmarried, childless, drug addict, depressed, fat or skinny.
They don't need your suggestions i swear they know everything already about their state, about their life, stop taunting them about their weaknesses, stop reminding them. Your questions won't change anything make dua for them instead.
Stop being so rude, stop making stories about those dealing with depression

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