Thorns and Roses

This may be beautiful. But, hurtful. The worst return you get for having done something pure, for having taken care in this self loving world. This burns the only you. The dreams that you wonder are not worth - this, you will have to realize before long.  

This is beautiful. But, you get a hundred-percent hurt, nothing less and you feel as if you have no further use for your brain and the heart than to bleed and hurt and pain, and they just hung like other useless things in your body.  You're emotionally exhausted.

This is beautiful. But, not for any longer. You may feel desperate and helpless either. You may require to talk badly, though unintentionally. Also, you may accidentally bump into them. You may also, do the silliest of actions that you could seldom do, gradually deteriorating your self - esteem before them. You don't like to speak to any other person. You get severely broken. You're violently mentally injured.

This darkness is beautiful.  You feel a perpetual darkness around you. You just stay quiet and tolerate it one after the other - the recognisable lies , the ignorance and yes - the disrespect. Every deception, every lie, like bullets hitting your delicate brains. Just as you are already tolerating bullets in the brains that will be implemented only after the bullet is put in your brains. 

This is beautiful. You learn new things, new habits. You learn to beg.  You learn to cry, you learn new anger that you can't even release. You learn the art of losing self-respect everyday.