I punched on the wall as I couldn't contain the things anymore. 'She' wasn't picking up my calls either. I was already vulnerable. Depressed. 'She' was probably making out with 'him' on 'his' couch.All stories have endings, but this one wasn't what she always desired for.This is a very short story. It is not based on any person's life. It's a pure work of fiction and my imagination.…
'The brain, the main centre of every thought, every deed, the place every nerve - causing pain, anxiety or depression, or happiness, love, euphoria or hate, disgust or aggression, reaches and binds together. I could fantasise extreme thoughts. I knew I was different, different from everyone else. I go insane at times, it's excruciating, it's unbearable. I can't live with this longer. The solution I could have never thought of, is the only solution to me now, 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴.'"𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 '𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘸', 𝘐'𝘮 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵."The credits for the story cover goes to @Xeraph007…
Few poems based on what I have observed, experienced and felt.…