A letter to my old self
Dear old me, I won't ask you how you are? After death does anyone ask you how you are? No! That's how i am now. I am dead and who killed me? It's me! I killed myself! I killed myself for those selfish people who were never mine. I killed myself for those people who sold my smile to keep their life happy. I killed myself to fulfill their dreams. I killed myself to please people. I killed myself for fake words of appreciation. I killed myself to survive in this worthless society. I feel very bad sometimes. I don't like this new me. I have changed a lot. I have lost my originality. I have lost my innocence. I have started to pretend to be happy which I am not. I am like a stone now with no hard feelings. I cannot smile genuinely. I cannot cry genuinely. Where have I ended up? I loved you so much. I was proud of you. But, still I chose to kill you. Old me, I miss you and I know you will never come back. I will keep missing you till my last breathe. From, New m...