Crushed, to heal....

The scars you can't see are the hardest to heal... they prick you like a zillion pins everyday and u wonder why. And then you start to know.

You know where you screwed up.

Prequel:

You realise that people will never say things on your face, inspite of you telling people "Its OK...please do". Because, they 'feel' they'll hurt you. You can not take the criticism. You get depressed. You start believing that you are a nobody.

People say you are outta your senses. They think you act like this just to act 'cool' and 'different' and 'weird' coz the whole world admires paraniod people. They said Kurt Cobain was paraniod...I don't know him, and have not even tried to decipher his songs to find out if he was a genius, but I know he was great. Coz you just know sometimes.

People disown you coz you are you. They go "Omigod, why do I have to put up with this preachy ass-clown now?".... or "Eeesh... GO AWAY"...

Angst creeps in.

You see more thorns on a rose than the rose itself.

You fail to see the donut, except its hole.

The Bosses screw you everyday.

You can't get anythin' right.

Then you get more depressed. You wonder why. You laugh when you can, you cry when you can. Then what's bugging you.

Then this entire cycle happens once more.

Cut to the Present:
You are numb... numb..numb...

you sing in ur mind-
"There's no lifetime without you...
You'd be dead if they caught you..."

There's no such song like that...you just make it up and sing.

" Put a gun against your head,
man, it feels cold...
there's no trigger, red..
coz there's no gun..."

You look around where the gun is.. why does it seem so real when you were just singing about it?

Then, you find the gun...but you find the bullets instead...

you ask," why should the gun be flogged when actually the bullet kills..."

you lie back again... there's still somethin against your head... now its against your whole body...

A trillion pins all at once... pierce you... echoing through your body...

A rush of blood...

And then you wake up....

And then you know....

Where it all began...

It began with you...It shall end with you...

Coz you scarred yourself and let paranoia take over...

Now you are free... the scars won't heal.

You'll never see them... you'll always feel them...

regret, you won't... you musn't.

Coz if it weren't for the scars, you would have never written this...

Let the world run how it is supposed to... It has its justifications.

Perception is reality.Reality is defined by what you dream of. Dream to know why the scars happened and get over it....

And then you wake up again... and realize

you just dreamt of a dream that you had a dream...

The answer always lies in our dreams, our thoughts... You don't require sleep to dream nor a reason to think...

When in doubt, Just do it!

**An anthithesis of a bad nightmare is a good dream**