I Was Brutal To Myself!
I Was Brutal To Myself!
I was a brutal girl to myself,
I say, 'I was', because now I'm not,
Yes, I was the Brute to Ceasar,
I killed myself to be the ruler,
I thought no one loved me,
So I denied to love myself,
Though my loved ones really did!
My knife was the opposition to everything,
And I did stab myself with it, every moment,
I ripped off my skin many a times,
To punish the mistake making kid inside me,
I allowed myself to fall into the pit,
Pit of betrayal and shame and promises,
I hurt many, I broke my parents,
I broke myself, I hurt my existence!
I was like a messed up room,
Everything uncoordinated and scattered within,
I was like the dustbin labelled, "use me!"
Not of any use to myself but people did,
I was like the shuttle of badminton,
People hit me every time to win,
And I was always silent and down!!
But soon I realized that...
As I was brutal to myself,
So the people were and so life seemed!!