Why do I still feel connected to someone causing pain, Why do I keep them in my life if things will never change, Why do I feel loyal to someone who doesn’t care, When I know if I need them they would not be there.
When will what they say stop hurting in my heart, Will the pain ever finish, the pain that they did start, Will I ever learn to trust in what and who I am, I wish that I could let them go but I don’t think I can.
Why do I hang around the places we used to go, Why do I ask these questions when it’s clear to me I know, The answers aren’t hard because I feel them in my soul, When will I reclaim all the self-respect you stole.
Why do we only listen to the things we want to hear, Why do we reach so far when the truth is always near, I think I know the answers to most of what i’ve said, I just wish my heart would finally listen to my head.
For a messenger of lies I lay down the script. A kick starts the game. I am the only visitor to the gallery. Kamasutra suicide displayed was a way of expression of a revolt against honour killing of your own