preface
life is always a box of unexpected stuff. for some, as surprises that bring smiles on their face and for some as dissapointment that leaves them with no hope for happiness . people say its how you take life. but seriously, its how it happens.
some people call it destiny..
i call it pure reality !!
she was never the most beautiful girl in any of the 3 schools she changed. she wasnt the most talented or the most noticed one.. she was a dancer that made her known to the ones related. she loved dancing.. life was smooth. she was happy in all she had and all she was. she ws cute and lovable. people did love her for the bubbly girl she was
The pace at which life turned around was real quick. she was no more the happy go lucky girl, that cute girl who had a constant smile on her face.
she had started hating her life. for what she was going through.No one heard her cry. no one saw her wound
she begged for help, as her bruise wasnt seen outside people hardly bothered to respond to the help she begged for.. she was losing her hold on life.. she was hating herself for being born. that colorful world had disappeared.. it was all grey and black. a world with no music , just cries and screams , people never smiled here, but had saggy eyes tears n blood. this world accepted her with open arms . but it did no good. she wanted to show people the pain she went through, the amount of tears that were lost, those cries that begged for help.
she didnot know what to do. it was the compass that was the nearest. one line on the wrist did no big harm. the pain gave her happiness . the happiness of hurting the body that never helped her mind. that body that the mind expected to stay along for life.
her hands were full of marks by then. she wore ful sleeves ; for she thought the world would call her an 'attention seeker'. she was scared of the people around her.for they all were devils ! the thought of death didnot take a long time to arrive n to leave..
she was no more. a piece of rope took away all the hopes n dreams n happiness of a little girl. when someone breaks their arm, we run to write on the cast. but when someone is mentally/ emotionally unwell, they are always isolated from the society !
depression can happen to anyone at anytime..
a littlr love is all they need !