So what we do is we kill our own happiness.. I listen shit like ghrwale nahin manenge, I don't love u anymore, circumstances have changed.. Yesterday's shit is still affecting me, I am not the person I was before, I killed the one that used to love and what not and trust me I understand it all. I made some shitty decisions, I left scars, I got scars and I am not saying I am over every fucking thing or I have completely changed myself.. No.. That is not true.. I still experience heartbreak, I still get hurt and I still love.. Swear I love too hard and I still want people to follow that love. That old love that used to give you goosebumps and jitters when the person you love was around. I still miss terribly and I still cry for the love I lost, the friendships I broke, the people I left behind. But it happens and when the time gives you another chance why don't we grab that with both hands. Why we can't clutch that love to never let go again.. Why not another chance even if it leads to another hurt, another heartbreak, another fit of crying, another story to write about. Because we are scared.. Because we died and we don't want to feel alive again. Because all these things makes us human.. And we forgot how to be human. We lost compassion, we lost love, we lost empathy, we lost sympathy, we lost ourselves.. Just because we got broke.. And that one time of killing makes us to kill our happiness again and again and again!!

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PoetryFew poems and thoughts written randomly while at a breaking point.. When emotionally drowning..