By Pranati Choudhary
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.
Well, this is what falling in love for me is,
You might feel, you are happy but it's all a frizz.