Some thoughts should never be spoken aloud or written. They should never be voiced because you never know, if they become true just by saying. But, I feel choked. I see no escape, no exit door, no window either. I want to go and take the extreme step. I know no one will support me in that. No One. And, I’ll be left all alone. … It seems my thoughts have turned so acerbic that they are poisoning me too. They are slowly yet continually making me hollow.
I don’t know what’s right or wrong. I don’t know if what I want is right or wrong. And, I don’t know what they are doing to me is right or wrong. I don’t know who’s the victim here — me, or them.
I just know that I don’t want to continue like this anymore. I am done.