I am just tired of my life. It feels that I'm clung to the bed too. I can't go anywhere without worries i my head.I can't even study without interrupted multiple times. I can't wake up when i want to. A constant worry lingers on my neck everytime. I've become sick too.

I have been living in a cage since many years. I can't find a way out. Everyone who tried opening my gates left too,unsuccessful. Those who stayed,failed too. I am still inside the cage wounded and shattered. Losing myself every second because I can't bear it anymore.

I don't know why i am the chosen and the cursed at the same time. The chain of miseries don't end and every happiness is momentary. It ends and my hopes of freedom rest in peace too. Constant whining has made me emotionally sick and i have started hating everyone equally.

The darkness hasn't showed me light since many years. Just some fireflies blinked, sparkled my life and they dimmed too, lost in the darkness with me. I have never deserved this sort of life where i am chained and my individual right of freedom is compromised.

A prisoner in a jail yearns for freedom but a time comes he is rotted to the point that he desires nothing but a swift death. I have become that prisoner. Even if i escape now it won't matter to me because i have stopped dreaming about city lights, the cluster of clouds.

When everyone around me clings to the past and overlooked the present and future, i am the sufferer who has been crushed in everyone's incapacitated being. In the scuffle of what to do next and what can be done now i am the victim unknown to everyone.

Istg "everything will get fine" and "the one who suffers the most gets the best at the end" are the statements lubricated with sweet sympathies but inside they carry no volume. They're shallow. They don't happen. They don't mean anything.

I spend my days ranting and crying. I think those who actually commit grave sins, break hearts, commit adultery , kill each other are still better than me atleast they get to do what they want. They're free. They die with their wishes fulfilled even if they're deplorable.

There are sounds of sickness around me. I wake up and deal with the sick. I call people and they tell me their sick stories i have no interest in. I get calls from long lost friends. I become happy until they ask me about certain medicine and i lose it right away.

It has been years since i saw flowers ,rainbows and pale hues of moonlight. I am stuck in the shrivelled walls. I scribbled my pleas on them and there's no room left to write more. I think that end has finally come. If death doesn't approach me then it's my time to approach it.