Warning:- The post which I am about to share with you guys today HAS to be the darkest post that I have ever written and/or published on this blog. Not even ‘one of the’. Readers are strictly adviced to read this post at their own discretion and are requested not to derive ideas based on this post alone. For this post only reflects a cry of desperation from the deepest recesses of a tortured soul.
The first time someone says that everything will be alright, one tends to believe them wholeheartedly, their face brightening with a wide smile.
When they say the same the second time, and yet nothing seems to change, one still tends to believe them, only that this time, it’s more out of desperation than anything else.
The third time, instead of believing, one feels like hurting them instead…. For being shown a mirage when they rightly knew there had been nothing all along.
And after that, you ask?
Does one want to hurt them? End them even?
After that, one simply wants to end it all. To end themselves for believing in someone who brought them and had them tethered to the very brink of their existence, only to hear them whisper…
“Everything will be alright”
– To all those ruthless optimists out there.