PONY
You know what is common between a pony and me? We both doesn't exist.
Yeah, that's true. I thought I had a quite good friend circle with whom I could share my laughs and cries but, what I found was.... My friends are like bees. They go n kiss the flowers where there is honey. They comes to be a part of my laughs and when, I need the most...they disappear. All these years, I thought I was considered as a friend but, I was wrong. I'm just a 'Lady option person' and no one cares about me.
I was a girl, living in my own bubble of imaginary land, with lot of friends who cared about me. And once that bubble popped, I was down on my knees, begging others be to be part of my life.
How long can a person survive without no one to talk to? How long can a person survive by hiding behind their own problems? The answer is three years. I tried my best to live my life but, after three years of pain....my heart became numb. I body was an empty bottle with no soul. All I wished for, was to end this pain. I didn't wanted to kill my self, I wanted to live. Live a little more, be a little happy and little less sad.
Even when I took that razor in my hand, I was looking at my cellphone. Waiting for atleast someone to call me and talk a little. But, no. No one cares about me, I'm a pony. An ugly little pony stuck with horses.
Yeah, that's true. I thought I had a quite good friend circle with whom I could share my laughs and cries but, what I found was.... My friends are like bees. They go n kiss the flowers where there is honey. They comes to be a part of my laughs and when, I need the most...they disappear. All these years, I thought I was considered as a friend but, I was wrong. I'm just a 'Lady option person' and no one cares about me.
I was a girl, living in my own bubble of imaginary land, with lot of friends who cared about me. And once that bubble popped, I was down on my knees, begging others be to be part of my life.
How long can a person survive without no one to talk to? How long can a person survive by hiding behind their own problems? The answer is three years. I tried my best to live my life but, after three years of pain....my heart became numb. I body was an empty bottle with no soul. All I wished for, was to end this pain. I didn't wanted to kill my self, I wanted to live. Live a little more, be a little happy and little less sad.
Even when I took that razor in my hand, I was looking at my cellphone. Waiting for atleast someone to call me and talk a little. But, no. No one cares about me, I'm a pony. An ugly little pony stuck with horses.
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