Don’t You Give Up, Sweetie

I hear you, sweetie

 

You have been hurt,

Way too many times.

 

You are wounded and scarred for life.

You are down and lost without a light.

 

You think you had enough,

And the end is all you see.

 

Gripping the bottle of pills, 

You sob on how it has turned out to be.

 

Taking them seems to be the only choice,

To you, this all ends here and now.

 

But honey, just hear me out,

Before you go about ending your life.

 

Life is not a bed of roses, never been.

Rather it is a long road of thorns, 

With little shower of flowers now and then.

 

This world ain’t a place to get comfortable.

You were sent here for a reason,

Find it, and hold on to it.

 

Hold on to it, and find yourself,

Hold on to it, and stand up,

Hold on to it, and fight,

 

Don’t you see, sweetie

All these scars, 

Make you someone really special,

 

The monsters in the dark,

The evils surrounding us,

You have seen it all.

 

The world needs you,

You can be their savior,

Their hope, their only ray of sunshine.

 

Don’t you give up,

This isn’t the finishing line,

There is a lot of fight left in you.

Don’t you give up, sweetie.

Not just yet.

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– aak92

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Somethings are Better Left Alone…

People are getting tired of asking what’s wrong,

and

She is running out of nothings to tell.

 

In herself, she carries a fire,

A fire of words, of feelings,

of emotions, of stories.

 

Somethings, she will never be able to open up about.

Inside they burn her,

Outside they are nothing more than a wandering smoke.

 

How to fix this,

How to begin…or

Even from where…

– aak92

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Anonymous

 

You say, I am quite easy to read

Because I am nothing but an open book

If that’s so,

Then why do you keep getting me wrong?

 

You see only what I let you

You only see the outside me

The side, I show to the world

The other, I keep under wraps

 

There is a complexity inside

How deep it goes,

Even I can’t tell

Then how can you?

 

You think you know me well

Think again, pal

I might be an open book

But you aren’t just reading me right.

– aak92

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The Perks of Being a ‘Mystery’

Everybody is living a chapter or even chapters, that the world know nothing about. And there is nothing wrong with that ‘way of life’.

Not everyone deserves to know that much about you. Not everyone can understand that much about you. The less they know, the less they can use against you.

Want to be an interesting person? Choose to be a mystery than an open book. Keep people guessing.

– aak92

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