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There is a limit

How much pain

We can take.

There is a limit

How much fun

We should have,

But apparently

There is no limits

For broken hearts

No limits for

More tragedies.

No limits for

More disasters

And disappointments.

No limits for cruelty

Abuse and neglecting.



But all must come

To a break or a stop.

But how, we have no clue.

What we can do is

Stand up and continue,

Continue with our lives.

Continue forward with

Surviving mode, the best

We can ever do or we die.

There must be a reason

From a docile person

To be cold psychopath.

There is a reason

To kill in cold blood.

The society judge these

As monsters but in reality

Its the society that is a monster.

Because it refuses to understand

There is always a

Reason for these crimes.

Yet nobody want to understand.



There are others

Who this without

Remembering doing it.

Either its psychotic break

Or dissociation

Or its post traumatic stress.



There are also

Who wad born like this.

Either they are off the radar

Cause they managed to

Contain themselves in

Order to survive in the society

Or they do not have a reason

To destroy others..... yet

Or might never come to feel it.



Or either they can't contain

Or simply won't because they

Rather be themselves, hunters

And predators cause its thrilling

And only that can make them

Feel alive more than anything.

Cause they all feel that

Incredible bottomless emptiness.



There is a limit

How much pain

We can take.

There is a limit

How much fun

We should have,

But apparently

There is no limits

For broken hearts

No limits for

More tragedies.

No limits for

More disasters

And disappointments.

No limits for cruelty

Abuse and neglecting.



There are those who

Keeps clinging to

Hope that one day

All of that will be over.

Some others see no hope

Yet still clinging with all they have.

Others uses any methods

To keep moving but they are

All stuck in the darkness

And end up consuming

Drugs,

Alcohol,

Having mindless sex

No matter with who.

Dangerous activities,

Cuttings,

Stealing.

More worst is suicide.



Its not easy to go

To a complete stranger

To talk about your wounds.

Not even to talk to your

Friends or family.

Sometimes you

Can not know which is harder.

Talk to strangers or

Familiar people.



I found comfort in

Two therapists.

After a friend with her man

Noticed my behaviour

They consulted me

To someone.

It took me time.

I needed the right time

To make that call.

I did make that call.

Today I am still clinging.

Today I am still struggling.

But I'm not alone.

I am improving bit by bit.

I got stronger.



If I can do it than

Also you can do it.

I know its hard

But you have to

Make the call.

Call for help.

Its not too late.

Its never too late.



There is a limit

How much pain

We can take.

There is a limit

How much fun

We should have,

But apparently

There is no limits

For broken hearts

No limits for

More tragedies.

No limits for

More disasters

And disappointments.

No limits for cruelty

Abuse and neglecting.



It is why you need to

Wake up, stand up

And make the call.

It won't be easy.

It will be like the

End of the world

Shattering earth storm

After another.

But hang in there.

You will make it through.

Four hours to go

Four hours to breath

One hour to think

Three hours to execute

Four hours before my life

Is settled in my hands

Four hours to settle the score

Whether I live or I die

Till the end shall I fight

Or shall I just get killed



Only I can decide my fate

Only I am the one who decides

To fight or to be a coward

With no dignity and no spine

But then, where does that leave me?

Or shall I fight, to death.

If I survive, I have a story to tell

So everyone can learn from it

Or die with honour and dignity

That no matter who and how much

Anyone hates me,

My honour and my dignity

Are and will remain engraved

Within my name

Within memory of me



Four hours to go

Four hours to breath

One hour to think

Three hours to execute

Four hours before my life

Is settled in my hands

Four hours to settle the score

Whether I live or I die

Till the end shall I fight

Or shall I just get killed?



Being a martyr is not heroic

Its just foolish and pathetic

If you want to die, be honest

And see deepest side of you

And admit why you want to die

Settle all the scores

Before you ever leaves.



Four hours to go

Four hours to breath

One hour to think

Three hours to execute

Four hours before my life

Is settled in my hands.



Four hours to run

Four hours to disappear

But to die is either in seconds

Or in minutes, hours, days

Weeks and months also

But its not the worst thing.

The worst thing what will

You leave right behind you.



Fours hours so epic

Four hours so horrific

Four hours to decimate

The entire population

Or to save it.

Nobody knows

Because no matter what

Are the odds,

What matters is whether

You had survived or you died.

If you are alive physically

But dead inside

Its a dead man walking

And anyone wish to be physically

Mentally, emotionally and spiritually

Altogether dead for good.

But if you died with a spice

But if you die with a huge fight

You cab say you are still alive

Even if you had passed away.



Four hours to go

Four hours to breath

One hour to think

Three hours to execute

Four hours before my life

Is settled in my hands

Four hours to settle the score

Whether I live or I die

Till the end shall I fight

Or shall I just get killed?

I chose to fight.

I chose my own outcome

I chose to live

To survive the aftermath