Mercy and Mend

I stand in front of the mirror and will myself to raise my eyes and meet the horror that I know I will see there. I gulp. Its been like this for a while, but that doesn't make it any better, or any less horrifying. I stare as I once again realise the extent of damage those sickly sharp blades had done to my head. If only I knew... If only I knew, I'd have never gone to that bloody hair dresser!

No dream is broken Make it whole again. No stroll down the boulevard of broken dreams Sit down and begin again.

Who said the dead only die? Who said death never lies? For this is no more about just dying but about having stopped living. No more about not breathing but about having stopped feeling. No, not about cuts and gashes aching but about them having stopped healing. Routine without any meaning and about dreams left rotting  This new death is about existing without really being.  Who said the dead only die? Who said death never lies? - Soumita Chakraborty

No battle field hath seen a scene more ruthless This mind of mine cradles wrath and madness It sobs alone All alone in the wreckage of defeated senses A warzone I repeat 'tis a warzone! Of riven ideals and bare control Of a twisted heed and a beaten backbone I clash and strive and toil as the war rages on Good over bad or corrupt over pure Vile over right or triumph over failure It's still a long way for the fight to cease. Are you too a comrade of the fall? Weathered from the world But understand gibberish? Fallen and nurturing a sanity feverish? If yes, welcome to the psyche's war zone, mate. Welcome to the psyche's war zone. - Soumita Chakraborty 

You only get one clean start in life. After that the slate is never clean. All your chances lie in doing something great enough to stand out among the smudges of past failures.

One isn't quiet because they've got nothing to say but because they've got so much to. 

I try to recover in my words the meaning I've lost in my thoughts I don't see why I have to deny that I'm damaged What I've seen over the years has given me a different set of amends Broken yes, I am by the turn of events But I don't believe that's something I need to conceal 'cause I'm just done sitting back and trying to heal Yes, I've seen violence like you never have, like I wish no one ever does The gun fire my morning alarm, the gun fire my curfew Were the smiles are  few and  the frown not new I've been in a place were you sleep, breathe, dwell in screams and pain  In fights and strain In bombs and bullets old friends  In grief and guilt broken But somewhere it's taught me things Dying taught me living War taught me peace And damaged taught me healed I gulp It's hard. Hard to get back to normality after all that I've lost  Hard not to feel jittery without a gun strapped to my waist To not get lost o...