Left Stories

You ruined my life. You made me what I am today. You left a scared little girl. You molded me in to what I am today. You loved me with all your heart. You left me. You shattered my life. You created tears that never leave. You left a precious bundle. You were mine. You took it all away. You left me vulnerable. You didn't teach me how to grieve. You gave my the silver linings. You left me to fend for myself. You instilled...

Sound IIIWho the hell am I? Where the hell do I live?In those certificates or On those online accounts or online avatars?W-H-O T-H-E H-E-L-L A-M I-?I'm fighting. And I have any idea what they’re, Could be my ‘Others’- you, society; Traditions, customs; practices and 'That'.I’m a product of social clashes and bindings, I bear the dreams and Unfulfilled ambitions of many!Where is mine? 

To Be Forsaken....I've seen the beginning of the end of meI've experienced life alone as it should beI've believed in greater forcesLife just had it's coursesBut now I know what we ownWe own our own soulOur DestinyI've been left & beatBroken down with deceitBut before the darkness took over my soulI cut into my skin a sacred codeBefore falling down into the holeI carved into my skin my lovers soul