The Mind Of A Suicider

Trust..... is a word unknown to me. It can be broken by people from whom we are least expecting. Life and time are piercing through my skin deep, with the wounds crying out for any help, but. The wounds will heal but the pain shall give me ease. Till i fall a sleep. When people will come beside me and regret that why didn't try to understand me......... they'll totally forget the time THEY THEMSELVES NEGLECTED.

THE DAY I AM GONE....

The day i am gone,

Will my family mourn?

Will my friends be sad or,

Will they be happy that i am gone?

Will my competitors be joyful that they won? or,

Will they be sorry that they lost a good competitor?

Will the Satan be glad that a good muslim is gone? or

Will he fear that a Satan is lost?

Will at the end i'll enter a rosses bed? or,

Will i enter a burning spread?

All of these questions will be answered,

The day i am gone......

                                 (Written by me)