when there is nothing left to burn you must set yourself on fire.

Your Ex-Lover is Dead - Stars

I've watched you staring at a vista that is a deviation from your otherwise empty world. Finally free of whatever associated you with the rest of us has given you an air of arrogance. Feigned confidence ,if I may add. So you walk around, rather condescendingly, thinking you're above us, that you're better than us. You are so convinced that they released you because you're well. I find it funny how you have never considered the idea that they might have let you go because they gave up on you. The chance of you getting better is hopeless as you are pathetic. We watch you try to put back the pieces of what could loosely be called your life when even a blind man could see that such attempt is as futile as trying to make whole the powders of pulverized glass. Oh yes, we watch you. In sheer amazement that some of us could only shake our heads.

But still we let you….try. Nobody dares to stop you probably because nobody wants to bother. We all know you're headed for a very devastating failure. Yet nobody cares because, considering the state you're in, how could you get any more broken? You have led yourself to believe that you will get well because you are breathing. You're misled by the notion that as long as you're alive, there is hope. But that is only one side of the coin you are looking at.  If you flip it you will see that you are alive only because death is not a strong enough arnica to heal you.

You are what many would call a sad case. A proof that fate has inadvertently drawn some of us to walk this earth like zombies. Nonchalant. Passive. Unfeeling. Stare at the battle scars that have marred your body and remember the countless times life has bastardized it, beyond all repair, beyond all recognition and accept the fact that you're no better than us. I have seen you cower in your sad little corner. Your incessant feebly stifled sobs render me sleepless.

 If you take a good look around, you will realize that life presents you an alternative. It might not be the best but it is a fresh breath from the pathetic excuse of an existence you're dwelling in.

Give up. Insanity isnt so bad if you come to think of it. When you get used to it. Or you could go on with your hurried, yet futile attempt to convince yourself that you're well.

And die trying.