SEARCH ME IN THE WOODS : Motivational Words By Mehrmah Baloch The Young Talent.
I stand nowhere
I own no tongue
I contain no soul
No, breath, no blood
My blood turned white.
It turned thin and light.
My tears laugh at me.
My laughter cries at me.
My screams creak.
Across my heart
My veins no longer concede blood
My nerves are dry now
I suck at life
I suck at living.
“Is that you, girl?” Looking in a mirror in the middle of the night. Motivational Words
“Oh no, that’s not true, it’s just a girl hopeless, friendless, and forlorn”
At 2:49 am, we all miss the part of our life when crying and getting depressed over a slight circumstance was okay.
And now we can’t even make a blank face in front of someone doesn’t matter we go through so much just because we have grown up and people aren’t good enough to understand the inner thing, my bad that I can’t explain and you all can’t understand, sounds weird but okay, who cares.
Turned around on my all-time favorite place, my bed, and let my pillow sweep all my salty tears.
Is today a good day to die? It’s been a week thinking about why am I still alive? Every morning I ask myself when I wake up. In every lecture where I am just trying to keep my eyes open.
At night, lying on my bed awake because my mind won’t shut off because of all there is a thing to think “IS TODAY A GOOD DAY TO DIE? IF NOT WHEN?”
Alone With Everybody
the flesh covers the bone.
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too.
and nobody finds the
crawling in and out
the bone and the
for more than
there’s no chance
we are all trapped
by a singular
nobody ever finds
the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill
River, engraved in my soul, sometimes spills out of the corners and leads in the face to salty tears. SEARCH ME IN THE WOODS : Motivational Words By Mehrmah Baloch The Young Talent.
The whole universe fades away like smoke in a few secs.
Tired and barren eyes she owns – yet full of dreams she craves for, fear too deep down she knows.
My body is just like a house, brightly lit with lamps and beautiful candles, with chandeliers hanging on the ceiling, and it glows. But when I’m hurt, something inside me shuts down. It turns to pitch dark as there is a power cut and cold winds have blown down the candle flames and all the lamps are broken. Now the house looks barren and scary, all engulfed in darkness.
“You don’t even try, how do you know” whenever I share my feelings with some hoes?
“There are so many people with your problems, and they have careers, make a good living. You need to make sacrifices, that part of life”
I’m not other people, everyone is different. I spent years trying to do things I thought I should be able to do. You don’t know how far I have come; you don’t know the fight that continues on inside. You don’t know that I struggle to survive.
Besides this, “girl stand up, go outside and face that entire world, time is mightier even than souls,
Gold for cautious, for idle the coals.
WHO AM I?
This is an article written by chaos mind of me when I was stuck between “Am I right or they are?
I will not talk about obsession. I have a brain, and it thinks about many things and keeps these things inside it. I will not prove that whatever I will say is right and all the other perspectives are wrong.
I am a person who has spent a life more than a decade without being under someone’s influence or by making someone my ideal.
I am a person who hates depending on someone else, I always have “why I can’t do this” in my mind rather than “I can’t do this”
I am a person – No, sorry; I was a person who looks 0.1% positivity and 99.9% negativity in all the kinds of stuff. But I hate it when someone calls me hopeless and helpless and treats me like “it’s okay, I will help you.” No, If you can help me, I can do it by myself too.
People calling me psycho-
I saw many people judging the whole universe over what only happened with them and there I tried to convince them that world actually different from what they see, so they end up calling me psycho people never talk to themselves and never try to understand what they are, they only know where to criticize and where to dispute.
With a comment “you know nothing “. I always talked about self-created facts, so they all called me psycho because I didn’t speak the way they wanted to hear. I always highlighted the facts that people love to overlook, so they called me psycho because my facts are convincing and they don’t want to be convinced. Who I am!
Looks so calm from outside, this smile I wear hardly I smile and yet people remark that she smiles a lot, at the knowns at the books and the music, at the rain and the stars they stare and they wonder what I’m?
I’m so much more than you see on the outside. I’m the thing that happened to me, the mistakes I made, the lessons I learned I’m the night I have spent broken and confused, holding on when all I wanted to let go. I am an untold story. I’m what I spill on the paper and all that I don’t have the courage to say.
The glint of
Moon and stars
Always captivates me
As I can correlate
It with my life span .
Clouds floating above my head
And I’m falling apart
I am falling apart
Is like a losing my existence,
Like an iceman standing in the rain.
Death and life! Motivational Words SEARCH ME IN THE WOODS : Motivational Words By Mehrmah Baloch The Young Talent.
She told me that death doesn’t exist, that is a slaughter which leads to life and endings to beginnings. She said that we were immortal souls forced into mortality. She said that soul knew no life, no death, only a body did.
She said that she was not afraid of death; she had in fact died many times. With each goodbye, a closed book or even endings of a dream, a part of her died.
She said that each person she meets, every incident she goes through, all the books she read takes a little of us away with them and leaves a little bit of them behind in her. She said we were complex structures composed of millions of souls or even more complex ones with no soul at all. I wish to become a bird! I want to fly in the free endless sky.
I want to be as colorful as a parrot,
as peaceful as a dove
as free as a pigeon
as graceful as an eagle.
It’s hard to choose one kind of bird
I want to become one of them
I want to have beautiful big
and feathery wings –
no bird has had before.
I want to have the sight of an owl.
I want to migrate like the storks from one place to another.
I love the sky and don’t know what mysteries and hidden there.
I want to dig out the riddles that are buried in the sky.
I really don’t know what secrets birds keep from us humans.
I want to be one of them and will flap my wings hard and hard and will explore the world.
I will be one of them and will be part of their secret meeting. Birds are known well by humans. I spend days in bed debilitated by loss
I attempt to cry you back
But the water is done
And still you have not returned
I pinch my belly till it bleeds
Have lost counts of the days
Sun becomes moon and
Moon becomes sun and
I become ghost
A dozen different thoughts
Tear through me each second
You must be one to your way
Perhaps it’s best if you’re not
I hate you?
I can’t move on?
I forgive you _
I want to rip my hair out …
Over and over and over again-
Till my mind exhausts itself into silence.
Let me tell you, Somethin’…
DOUBT – – -?
I don’t know what to do
Cause I don’t know what to do…
Seconds seem to be stretched in ages.
When you have all but not a clue
Doubt upon doubt blurring the light,
The fear of what may be , the fear of what might
When you seem so weak from within and out
And thoughts make no effort to move about
When none words can soothe your mind
When none quotes could on your soul be kind
What to do to make a decision that lasts
On your darkened mind pure light casts
On your darkened mind pure light it casts
What to do to with all but no clue
And reasons for life still due upon you
My thoughts do nothing but doubts they brew
It’s my decision to make but my mind doesn’t