People hide pains. Because world is unhealthy.
We all have pain in our hearts and pain needs more courage to pretend rather than happiness. In this materialistic world, I always find myself vintage, simple, soft, and all silent. I find myself falling for dark skin, sad eyes, bruised hands, and broken hearts. I don’t know why my God shaped me like this but I always pay a heavy price for this heart inside me. And every time with my shivering hands I asked Him, what He expected from me in all these tough years of my life. So many times I asked Him to stop this beat, so many times I tried to stop this beat, so many times many people tried to stop this beat, but still, this flabby heart carries a lot of weight, pain, anger, And the fun fact is, in every phase of life, every person reviewed me as the happiest person, with pretty dimples, and a bigger smile. No one ever looked into my eyes deeply, or maybe I never allowed anybody to know me, Still, I have no power to tell anybody What I store in the blank pages of my diary and locked notepads. Henceforth it’s all the same inside, it’s still dark inside. And people are blind.
