Shayari Bazar

The truth is that I know nothing, so don't ask me if I am breathing still. though day is nice, night kills. I have this a very small chip in my brain programmed in to force me to pass the days in hope to find something in the next second/minute/hour/day/month/year. I can't maintain myself no more. I've been learning yet I am too tired, and there are lots of options to choose, too bad I am not picky, wanna be but I am incapable. Yesterday I was only a 5 year old girl, a very happy human being with imaginations and dreams. Now I know nothing of me, tomorrow I may be gone. I want a clear definition of my existence not that you tell me I am supposed to be someone great- having everything and being happy/making others happy. I need no advice to what I should've done with my life, I was there to be someone else for years, deceiving myself and others of what I truly feel. I wanna be those who just follow things they've been told, things might be easier for me. now I am feeling that I am wasting my time. The time others might wish for. If that's possible one can swap his peaceful mind to the time I have left.