Words hurt...

Words Hurt
by tenebrious on Jun 14


Wasted words and tortured souls
Filling ears with pains untold
Bury it deep inside yourself
Keep it from view of someone else

Nothing can take away the pain you feel
Although no one else believes it's real
Your nothing to anyone you're overlooked
Your life is nothing but what's forsook

Put on a smile and put on a big show
So that your dying inside no one will know
Someday all this will be in the past
All ends in silence from a shotgun blast

If your dead they can't hurt you anymore
No one will miss you that's for sure
No one knows what's in your head
It's sad it will be to late when your dead

And life goes on...

Its been a tough semester. There's been more on my plate than I could possibly ever swallow. It has been absolutely stressful - mentally and physically..and I have been trying to keep my head above the water - desperately. I know grad life can dreadfully painful. To think of it, it's been worse than what it was last Fall- the only difference being I believe I am twice as much stronger(mentally) than I was when I first landed here to face this big bad mean mean world all by myself. Yet, sometimes I wonder if it is worth all this pain.

It kills me ...

When I dont get a good five hours of sleep..

When I come home famished and dont even find milk to make myself a cup of coffee...

When I cant involve myself in frivolous conversations...

When I think getting done with my NPDBD deliverable is better than listening to a relaxing song..

When people around me shun me just because I am doing what I am supposed to be doing ...

When I have to deal with folks whose mood swings are worse than mine !


All said and done, I've had worse phases .. and like any other phase- I am sure this will pass. A friend of mine once said " It's how you look at the world and its people - nothing around you has changed - it's just a matter of time before you get back to your old self..just hang in there". I am trying to you know..but its just taking an abnormally long period of time. I am glad I have someone at any point of time in life to knock some sense into my head. Touch wood ! (Read: Touch my head)

Here's to those few souls who stand by me, inspite of my eccentricities...