It is really suffocating to talk to the ones,
Who used to make efforts to make it work; and suddenly they turn into those who start to take you for granted.-
"The whole idea that,
We own people something, stress us out so much
That we end up forcing ourselves to stay in suffocating relationships "-
Sometimes,
when my suffocating soul screams,
the echoing pain blasts away,
supplying fuming words to my poetry!-
Sitting in a corner
Hugging my knees
Staring at a place for hrs
Designing new scars on my
body every second with my nails,
can't even feel it's pain
The pain given by the
hidden scars is eating me up,
welcoming the unwanted guest,
Dear Loneliness-
ā¤āĨ⤠⤠ā¤ā¤ŧāĨā¤ā¤ŧ ā¤ŽāĨā¤°ā¤ž ā¤ā¤šāĨ⤠ā¤āĨā¤ā¤¤ā¤ž ā¤¸ā¤ž ā¤˛ā¤ ā¤°ā¤šā¤žāĨ¤āĨ¤
ā¤āĨ⤠⤠ā¤Ēā¤¨ā¤ž ā¤ŽāĨā¤°ā¤ž ā¤ā¤šāĨ⤠ā¤āĨā¤ā¤¤ā¤ž ā¤¸ā¤ž ā¤˛ā¤ ā¤°ā¤šā¤žāĨ¤
⤠ā¤Ŧ ā¤āĨā¤¯ā¤ž ā¤ā¤šāĨ⤠ā¤ā¤ŋ⤏āĨ ā¤ā¤° ā¤āĨ ā¤ŽāĨ,
ā¤ŽāĨā¤°ā¤ž ā¤Ļā¤ŋ⤞ ā¤šāĨ ā¤ā¤šāĨā¤ ā¤ŽāĨā¤ā¤¸āĨ ⤰āĨā¤ ā¤¤ā¤ž ā¤¸ā¤ž ā¤˛ā¤ ā¤°ā¤šā¤žāĨ¤
ā¤ā¤žā¤¨āĨ ā¤āĨā¤¯ā¤ž ā¤šāĨ⤠ā¤ļā¤šā¤° ā¤āĨ ā¤ā¤ŦāĨ ā¤šā¤ĩā¤ž ā¤āĨ ā¤ŽāĨ⤰āĨāĨ¤
ā¤¯ā¤šā¤žā¤ ā¤šā¤° ā¤āĨ⤠ā¤ā¤ŧāĨā¤Ļ ā¤ŽāĨ⤠ā¤Ŧā¤ŋ⤍ ā¤ŽāĨā¤ā¤žā¤āĨ⤍ā¤ŋ ā¤¸ā¤ž ā¤ā¤˛ ā¤°ā¤šā¤žāĨ¤-
Because of fake love that he once chased..
Now every night feels so much suffocating with pressure in the head..-
I can't sit around
being just a piece
broken by you.
I can't wait till the end
of something to begin
something new.
I can't breathe
with your hands
suffocating my neck.
-
PAROXYSM
I gulped in few nuggets of uncertainty wrapped in anticipation.
Perhaps, a better way of suffocating.-
āĻāĻ āϝ⧠āϤā§āϞā§-āĻāĻĄāĻŧāĻžāύ⧠āĻĒāĻžāϝāĻŧā§ āĻšā§āĻāĻā§ āĻāϏā§āĻāĻŋ ;
āĻĻā§'āĻĒāĻļāϞāĻž āĻŦā§āώā§āĻāĻŋāĻ āĻā§āĻ āĻāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻāύā§āϝ āϧāĻžāϰ āĻāϰā§āύāĻŋ!
āĻāĻŋāĻāĻŦāĻž āĻā§āĻŦā§ āĻĻā§āĻā§ ;
āĻāώā§āĻā§āĻĒā§āώā§āĻ ā§ āĻŦā§āĻāϧ⧠āϰāĻžāĻāϤ⧠āϝ⧠āĻāĻžāϰāĻŖ āϞāĻžāĻā§,
āϤāĻžāĻ āĻā§āĻ āϤā§āϞ⧠āϧāϰā§āύāĻŋ āĻā§āĻā§āϰ āĻāĻĒāϰ!
āĻāĻā§āĻŦāύ āϏāĻšā§āϝ āĻāϰ⧠āĻāϏā§āĻāĻŋ ; āĻĒā§āϰā§āϝāĻŧāϏā§āϰ āĻĒā§āϝāĻžāϰāĻžāϞāĻŋāĻāĻŋāĻ āĻĻā§āώā§āĻāĻŋ āĻāϰ
āϤā§āĻŽāύāĻŋ āĻā§āϰāĻžāϞ⧠āĻā§āύ⧠āύāĻŋāϏā§āĻĒā§āĻš āĻāϞā§,
āϤāĻžāĻāϰ āĻŽāĻāĻŽāϞ⧠āĻ ā§āĻāĻā§āϰ āĻĒāĻžāĻļā§
āϏāĻĻā§āϝ āĻāĻ āĻž āϤāĻŋāϞā§āϰ āĻŽāϤ⧠āĻ āĻŽāĻžāϝāĻŧāĻŋāĻāĨ¤
āϝ⧠āĻāϞā§āϰ āĻĒāĻŋāĻ ā§ āĻšāĻžāϤ āĻŦā§āϞāĻŋāϝāĻŧā§ āĻŦāϞāĻž āϝāĻžāϝāĻŧ ,
â āĻāĻžāϞā§āĻŦāĻžāϏāĻžāϰ āĻā§āϝāĻŧā§ āĻāĻžāϞ⧠āĻāϰ
āĻāĻžāϞā§āĻŦāĻžāϏāĻžāϰ āĻā§āϝāĻŧā§ āĻāĻžāϰāĻžāĻĒ āĻĻā§āώā§āĻāĻžāύā§āϤ āĻāϰ āĻāĻŋāĻā§ āĻšāϝāĻŧ āύāĻž,
āĻšāϤ⧠āĻĒāĻžāϰ⧠āύāĻž "āĨ¤-
The slangs you imposed on me were like layers of smoke..
The more you spoke, the denser they got..!
Your words indeed turned out to be a suffocating, slow poison!-