I still can't decide what to call myself ,May be I'm too lost in the world enjoying with it,laughing with it ,judging with it, crying with it, struggling with it but not resisting it.
I wish to do so ,wish to betry it and would love to do so but my one last time attitude can't do with it ......... thus I'm stuck , I'm unknown, I'm meaningless and my internal scream hoping to be heard once.

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How can people be so brutal, how can't they think about someone they claimed to be their beloved

How can they be so ignorant towards what is happening around

I used to be a beautiful butterfly , look what they have done now
They cut my wings and smashed me to ground

It is not that I can't fly again but how could I not remember the fantasies that they gave me which made my heart pound.......

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Not me fed up of not the people but their toxicity,
for sure I promise myself not to be a part of prevailing society,
but not realising that these thoughts of mine are still judgemental,
Before handing them one , I too need to get myself the same to broaden by vision.

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Searching for those golden days but I realise we have gone too far unfortunately not together but not separately , looking for my part of life basically not a part of my life but my entire childhood but what I find is not even crumbs because I think I already ate it all the day I left and now I'm so sorry to myself . Indeed it did no bad but all I'm left with are those memories and giggles
I wish them to last until my last breath , I know it's not the cure but it is the only way I don't get hurt....

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