ArabianOud {R}

Why I suffered? Words: by me It's been so long since I last remember his face, the slap on my face, his hands felt like they were going to kill me. How could he beat me and say he loves me at the same time? Why make all those promises when all he had to was break them everyday? Why marry me when all you did was talk to other girls and cheat infront of my eyes? Why run after me, when I was better off alone and trying to reach out for something better? My life is destroyed, I can not turn back or ahead, I don't know where to go. I have no real home, no real friends and no husband anymore. I have no love. Look at her, she loves someone but can not even look at someone else, she thought he was her life, her everything but all she got in return was lies and more betrayal and more drama.. more games.. both these women share a similar story, the only difference is one is married and the other isn't. Both these women suffered and they suffered because of their love, because the men...

I should begin the blog with a Happy New Year but I am not, I truly do not feel excited about the new year at all, probably at the point where I stand now and I write this, it probably reflects the frame of mind I am in but I can't really be bothered with texting my friends and people around me a Happy New Year because for me it seems like a repetition. A story of dejavu, the years skip by, you learn from your mistakes, then morbidity is over you, difference is you can't show it but if you look carefully it is as dark as the colour black. When a miserable soul seeks peace in God, God tests them, when they seek solace in talking to a friend, they lose interest, when there love is there but not quite there, it feels as if silence has been obtained... when all professional ambitions begin to commit a suicide, it seems worthless to achieve anything anymore.. In the darkness of my lonely darkest hours, I sketched a portrait of my feelings, not like it should be but how it's made...