fractured bones

made the wrong turn once or twice 

brain feel so tired and wiped out. fingers crossed for the next two days , christ. I feel like i am losing my shit and sitting right on the edge. 

Dug my way out, blood and fire. 
Bad decisions, that’s alright. 
Welcome to my silly life

i don’t know how to get you out of that shithole without pissing off anyone. i imagined how dreadful you feel, dragging your tired legs slowly back to that place every evening. 

i can picture you turn to sleeping to forget the hurtful remarks, to avoid talking to anyone. i could read your thoughts, how much you want to get out of there if you could so within your means.

Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood

my blood go cold whenever i recall about those things that i heard. 

“Banshee .”

i still can’t digest that. I find myself digging that memory out , burying it again and again. I kept giving the benefit of the doubt and my pockets are now empty. I don’t have enough fingers and toes to count the number of despicable and hurtful things that’s been done either. 

You don’t hurt the people you loved. If you do, you genuinely let them know how sorry you are. And they will forgive you, because their love for you is bigger than your mistake. 

But that doesn’t fucking mean you can abuse the love given and start hurting them with bad intentions. There is no love in there anymore. 

Birds from the same feather don’t necessary flock together. One bird will go rogue and start pooping poison lethal shit on the others. 

Hang in there you ❤️. Back to last lap of studying before i call it a night. 



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