The Despair

img_8309It’s not the hurt that matters but who inflicted it, does. The despair.

I wanted to scream, raise the hell, pull my hair, and bleed myself. Now, I just don’t want anything. No comments, no arguments. Resignation.

There was a time full of dreams, there was a hope. Now, I don’t dream anymore. It scares me. I expected.

I’m letting something die within everyday. There is no remorse.

I empathised, I sympathised, I tried pricking the nerves to know am I being immune. But nothing is left.

Only, The Despair.

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