Sometimes I have had enough.

Sometimes we all have had enough.

I have had a control over my life since the day I was born.

Not by myself, but by someone or the other.

‘CONTROL’ such an overrated and a fearful word.

It either brightens your life or destroys.

Maybe having a controlling life Is good,

Maybe being a control freak is what you need,

You have a path decided

You have your way mapped out.

But what if it’s mapped and decorated by someone else.

What if the chains of your life are held by someone else and you can’t even breathe without them knowing

Yes, exactly that bad!

This control

It reaches out to your soul and threatens to capture it.

Being controlling may work for some

But what about to others who are stuck within themselves,

Unable to break free.

What then,

What’s the war against, then?”!

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She lay in bed
Scrolling through her snapchat stories

Her eye caught a name that made a tear roll down her eye

She clicked the story exhaling hard.

Three faces, three stories

Her head got wounded with memories, fights, betrayals.

She dropped her phone

And lay on her stomach

Her head buried In her arms while she realized what she was missing.

Thoughts clouded her head.

She was fidgeting

She was needy

She had never thought she would turn into one.

No matter how many people she had around her , people who loved her , she was alone.

For god’s sake she needed someone.

But there was no one.

She screamed

Yes, she did

Pulled her hair for she was suffocating

She ran here and there trying to escape through the walls of her own home

She was not alone

But lonely.

Maybe she had brought this on herself

Maybe it was her own fault.

She kept screaming till the nerves of her head ached for her to stop.

She was stuck

In her own bubble of aura

Was it of any worth though?

If it brought her to this

Then definitely not

She thought of calling her boyfriend

But she knew

He was not what she needed right now

She needed her girlfriends

She needed those three angels to know herself again.

She needed to hug them, share gossips like they used to , share that authentic laughter , help her.

She was hurting for she needed them the most right now

But they left

They left her behind and formed their own little bond in which she was denied entrance

She could have easily blamed the three for abandoning

But she blamed herself

And so she screamed and began to hate herself

She had lost her good pair of friend’s

She lost her best girls

But she was going to make sure

They never know

Not now

Not ever.

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