I wish I could tell you

I have a million thoughts in my head
A million thoughts that are breaking me down
A million more that are reminding me of the dead
A million thoughts about how they all fell

How do you justify suicide after suicide?
They were all dead inside
You know right it isn't always all fine
They all died fighting everytime

It's funny how the people who spread love, refuse to love themselves
It's funny how the people who ignite emotions in others, refuse to feel themselves
You know right, they weren't cowards, have you felt absolute helplessness yourself?

They sang, painted pictures, they gave you hope and imagination,
And how, just how in this process they all gave up?
They feel too much, they react in extremes too

I wish I could tell you how much I relate to those who killed themselves
How much I empathize with those who felt too much and did too well
I know how much they wanted to live
I know how much they tried and tried
I know how bravely they fought the battle
I know how they slipped into sadness after every 2 days of joy!
I know they were courageous and kind
I know they didn't choose the easy way
I know they fought for too long
And how in the process of giving us all some strength, they all are gone!

She is simply a hurricane

She is love, fierce,
for love is the only emotion that is universal in the world of emotions.

Water, water is what she is not.
She burns fire, for she is air.

Sometimes she is caught between being idealistic and being practical,
between her and the world.

She is a cyclone, she is dust, she is magic and she is brush.
Paint the picture and make it burst. Colours all around, she is lust.

They say she feels too much.
Thoughts whirl around such, that she forgets how much is much.

She has reached a quarter, it's a phase, will pass,
why is crying such a task.

She is a contradiction between is and was.
She is the letter R, of rain, remember and river.
She flows and falls. She is a thought.

Let her be, don't force her to change.
She dissolves in pain.
She has seen the worst but she can't let go of her trust.
They call her naive but she doesn't believe in labels and definitions.

What are you looking at? Yes she is a girl. Stop judging her by the days in a month. Empathy is her strength and vulnerability is her friend.

She is simply a hurricane.