Breaking and mending

Empty words

Broken hearts

Scornched wings

Fake smiles

Lonely hearts

Bleeding souls

The cycle repeats

You cut yourself open

Revealing every secret

Good and bad

Do your best

Give your all

And then they leave

Leaving you in a nut shell

All alone

And then you get yourself

All together again

The cycle repeats

Breaking mending

They break you, you mend yourself


Lock your emotions in box

throw it in the sea

dont feel this world is so full of faknness around

finding a friend is impossible stabbing knives

turning backs

hurts the most when your hit by an arrow thrown at you by someone you trust blindly

Dont believe when he tells you that he will never leave, that he will never get fed up by you, that he will never hurt you

Dont believe his promises or words cause when its shatters it hurts the most


so thin like a thread

broken with a storm

how long can it last ?

the love between me and you

weak like a wood

burned with fire

ashes left behind

flying in the sky

at least they got freedom

the story of our turned into regrets

the loud screams,anger,hatred

shattering the glass castle

which took a hundred years to be made

trust ,romance,passion were essence of what we shared called love

whats left are scars on souls

words turned into arguments

arguments turned into fights

were we meant to be like this ?

we were meant to be one soul

so broken am I

can love hurt this much

love gone hatred left

broken yet alive

breaking everything we shared into a memory

Anxitey the misconception

When my heart pounded and I could not fall asleep.

My anxiety keeping me awake all night and you say I can control it ?

If I could have control it would I  like this mental torture ….

You know what makes it worst its people like you who do not support it fine your choice but why make it hard for people like us ?

Your lucky enough you do not have this then why pass comments as you know what it is …

You do not know you can never know what it feels to have anxiety .

I had anxiety when I turned 14 and now its quite less then before but it does not mean I am cured it.

Do you know how it felt to go to school everyday with anxiety and panic attack I wish you knew cause then you would not be sitting there and making random comments .

Just like a headache ,flu,cancer you go to a doctor and its not your fault so is anxiety you can not control it nor its for attention

its the worst thing that eats you deep inside and makes you stand at death door so be careful of what you say to a person suffering from  it do not just randomly pass comments like its my fault…. no it was never my fault I did not choose it .

It was and it will never be my fault and its worst when people judge you and make you feel even more low .

The constant worry of what may go wrong its two am and I can not sleep cause what may go wrong causes me anxiety and you say I am over thinking You say just say God name and you will be fine nah your wrong ….God name would not help me cure my anxiety nor will your rubbish …..something that made my teenage years worst something that broke me something which caused me to get embarrassed in public ,no I will not let it control me again

Your brave cause you have what many can not take.

You have been through what no can go through.

Your brave then any solider dying on battle field

Your brave then anyone else out there cause you endured what no one can …

this is the truth


Lost myself in the labyrinth of life

In the impenetrable network of lies

And betrayal

In the abyss of dishonesty

And hate

I searched for an exist, I searched for an escape

Only to realize I was stuck in a maze

The picture credit goes to only me “tayyaba” flying colors

The credit goes to sidra nasir for writing such amazing poetey