I have stopped writing..
my emotions are no more alive..
I am a dead soul struggling hard to survive..
I need no more praises..
I need no more pats..
I just wanna be loner
to the breath I breathe at last..
I am committing suicide..
I am gonna strangle my imagination to death..
Throw me flat in the gutter somewhere..
No flowers I don't deserve a single wreath...
I can't play with words anymore
words in turn are playing worst of me..
I bid goodbye to everyone
I am going back to the place where I used to be..
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