A successful life and a successful career often begin with a successful failure. Failure is not a setback but a stepping stone that teaches resilience, shapes character, and paves the way for lasting success.
End of My Life
LOVE?...She said to me, just a wastage of time. Anger in her beautiful eyes, hate for me so that she can find a good one for her. I care for her & will always, she doesn't give a damn! All I want to see her happy all time but she makes me cry all time. Even on my 22nd bday, "What I Expected! What I Watched! What I Got!". I can't explain the disastrous story. It makes me to lose hope, hope for love & life, hope for caring someone special. But I still love the way she treats me because I was born to sacrifice. Even I am proud to have such an amazing friend like her, again doesn't give a damn! I used to text, call her but all I get in reply is hate, too much hate that make me feel like a tiny fly burning on a candle fire. Now only, the faith of the heart is that one day she will regret. She will call me. She will wonder for my love & will definitely miss me. Then she will cry with extreme pain sounding like the thunder in the sky, I believe....Alas!, I would not be up for grabs. But that probably would be the END OF MY LIFE.
LOVE?...She said to me, just a wastage of time. Anger in her beautiful eyes, hate for me so that she can find a good one for her. I care for her & will always, she doesn't give a damn! All I want to see her happy all time but she makes me cry all time. Even on my 22nd bday, "What I Expected! What I Watched! What I Got!". I can't explain the disastrous story. It makes me to lose hope, hope for love & life, hope for caring someone special. But I still love the way she treats me because I was born to sacrifice. Even I am proud to have such an amazing friend like her, again doesn't give a damn! I used to text, call her but all I get in reply is hate, too much hate that make me feel like a tiny fly burning on a candle fire. Now only, the faith of the heart is that one day she will regret. She will call me. She will wonder for my love & will definitely miss me. Then she will cry with extreme pain sounding like the thunder in the sky, I believe....Alas!, I would not be up for grabs. But that probably would be the END OF MY LIFE.
Comments
Post a Comment