Ms. Typewriter

The sky was her canvas, Her dreams were the colors, She painted till she bled, With colors she wasn't allowed to. They laughed at her canvas, They drained her determination, Her colors were fading off, Into a world she didn't see, She was drowning in her own world, With no one to pull her up! Every color of her had a story, But not everyone wanted to read it. She waited for the one, To hold and love her colors. The wait was over, and the ring slid, from fingers their hearts connected, It was just a beginning of a life, with full of thorns and blood! Yet again her dreams were colored, but not with her colors but choice of theirs. Her dreams lost all the colors, she still chose to live with colorless dream!

Lately, I have tried to remain happy and calm as much as I can. It took me a long time to realise that, this life isn't worth worrying about others opnions about yourself. Now, I am guilty of wasting my precious time and tears on people who aren't even worth in the book of my life. So, for whoever has suffered or is suffering like me- always keep one thing in mind, the people who love you would never think of hurting you and the people who hurt you are never yours! Stay away and I would say just cut off. I have got a lot of advices for cutting off people from my life. But, I had already decided that - From now on, I would live my life according to my terms and conditions not according to society and their needs! Trust me I am happiest one for removing the closest people who weren't healthy for my mental. My happiness was inside me. The thing was I saw only the darkness and forgot that there is always a window open to the light. I kept passing down in that darkne