There is no use of muscular power. The system( which I referred to as machine) is too powerful to crush us. We are an individual part of this metaphorically mechanized system. Inflexible, orthodox and narrow minded system. Either be a sport and mind your own business and keep your world limited to yourself or grow some balls and slap in the face of the system with anarchy. An anarchist often has selfless goals.
How can we reach out? When there’s just accusations.
Even after we die, people mock us.
So how can we open up?
Who can we trust?
When we’re tortured by pessimism.
We’re locked in a unknown prison.
2 – For once I wish, I could open my eyes.
My reality is too damn hard to describe.
When I’ve been framed by my own lies.
There’s only one thing in my mind.
A lifeless body is just existing & my mind provokes me to die.
2 bloody sensations, hypersensitive or dead inside.
Tell me how should I fight?
Even after my death you’ll all failed to recognise.
That each breath that I took, I was getting terrified.
So I took a jump to just make it right.
But I was too sick to verify.
Just to end the pain I took that flight.
All of you abuse me but none heard my cries.
Written by P.S
Esp. for the souls who took their own lives and the rest others, just judged them further for that itself.
Society, community, culture and with lack of understanding; people often feel threatened in a way to talk about it. It’s not upto them but us to get more involved & talk to them more often, so they feel different and more lives could be saved. Even if we fail to do so we must not mock them further.