The one with a denser mind :

1. I'm selfish, and I always wanna be. 2. I can't control people without picking my hand up. 3. I love to stay alone. 4. I don't share food. 5. I don't like giving someone something, if they don't give me the same output. 6. I can never remain silent for peace among monkeys in a home. 7. I don't believe in keeping quiet. 8. I won't give my part of happiness to some other human being. 9. Me time is my only top priority. 10. I can't listen to someone, who I have kept in my womb for 9 months, and popped them out of my vagina, by suffering a pain which they would give me my whole life, with their words. I can't get attached to someone who is just so bitchy and the opposite of what I am (mother). I would rather snatch their meals instead of keeping them covered for them. I can't be source of destruction for the world, or some other human and be responsible for them.  I DON'T WANT A DAY ON MY NAME, INSTEAD ...

I might end things I might begin them. I might be a silent one I might be loud. I might save people, I might let blood, stain grounds. I might bring calm, I might bring chaos. I might be a useless one, I might carry some point. I might be justice to some, I might be injustice to others. I might be an atheist to some, I might be a religious one. I might be between neighbors, I might be between lands far off. I might be considered, lunch box snatching, I might also be the reason of 26/11. I might be a scar on a little boy’s head, I might be an acid burn on a human’s whole body. I might be worship for some, I might be a feeling of despise. What I’m not, and people mistaken me for it is, pleasure, contentment, glee or amusement. I am cursed for not bringing happiness on both sides, I am cursed for breaking people beyond repair, I am cursed for letting bad win over good, I am cursed for ending love between two, I am cursed for creati...

You don't have to cry, when you are hit by your husband, Scars given by someone else are not to be cherished, please defend. You don't have to cry, when he claims, that you sleep with other men, Little does that bastard know, you are as pure as heaven. You don't have to cry, when he slut shames you, for when you are "being you". You know, you have a naive nature, you don't need much, you can survive with few. You especially don't have to cry, when he thinks having a penis is an ego filled gift. But only you know, how bad it will be for him, if you let your ego stand straight and shift. You can actually cry, when you tell him what a piece of crap he is. You can also cry, when you give him a kick in the crotch and a spit on his neck. You can cry, when you show him how perfect you are, and how good you feel in your own skin. Because if she cries, it doesn't mean she's weak or she is letting it go. She's crying because she wants...

I come to the people in the most nonsensical forms, They don't recognize me, but maybe because of the angelic grin. Sometimes I come in the most mystical and uncanny ways, Because I like the adventures and escapades, paths that I lay. I am made by some to scare other souls, as pseudoscience, But, I am not someone who can be read or studied, You cannot find me on someone's palm lines. You won't see me coming in a glass ball, operated by my own puppet, But merciless is my middle name, I won't mind being served a buffet. Some people call me Karma, but yes, I wouldn't lie. Because I'm here to take revenge, knife, needle or an apple pie. I'm pretty as hell, and I'm for sure here to take away your breath, Hello there! I'm D for Death. - Pranati

As I fall I leave a part of me, The part that can never come back. The part you broke and will miss the most, But to your despair, its gone. You can't find it in someone else, It was not a soul, but a body. It was not a season, but was a moment. You'll come and find me, You'll see me, but would not see the weak person you made. You'll see someone, who has forgotten you, beyond your existence. You'll remember all the beautiful, sweet things we had ones shared. I'll cherish all the ugly and bitter, yes, I dared. The times you miss, are the ones, that I regret. How can something so angelic be someone, I wish I never met. Never needing someone is all I need. You should be sure, before you sow the seed. The only thing now you'll expect is that, she pulls you closer and whispers your name in your ear. But not as something she loves, but as a scar on her body, like the moon has...

I finally feel how it feels, when something kills you inside. You think of dying, but you know what, you already died. All the inspiration, motivation, killed. It wasn't betrayal, but it was something devilish, yet so sweet filled. Insecurities and dirt filled in a mind. Allegations, lies and demoralizing is all what is done and you have more to find. Self-esteem, ego and attitude, is all what lies inside your pot. Blaming others for the evil inside you, is all what you have got. Being in pain doesn't mean you'll give it to another, Because giving happiness is so out of your league, and you are good in making pother. Yes, you were born a man, but I doubt that now, at this time. Because all I see now is the devil, who instead of curing wounds, garnishes them with lime.                                                    - P...