I am extremely unhappy and I just don't know how to change that.

There's nothing to look forward to.

Desperate times

Those are desperate times, when your only hope is - God.

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Each blow chips a part of me, off me, and what grows in its place is not me.

How long before there is no me?

A death of its own kind.

Kya kya na dil-e-zaar ne dhoondi hain panahain

There are thousands of people dying everyday, why can't I be one of them?

I begged Him. But He doesn't listen to me anymore. 

And that's my fault too.

I wish to be dead - all of me - completely - not just parts of me, as they are now. 

And strangely, that's the only thing I want for myself at times.

Of all the things that could be.

Claustrophobic.