this week I did nothing.

Hey, I'm Shivi Sharma. I write poetry. You can find more on my instagram page, @feralembers

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day 1.

I sat in a dark corner grieving the person I've become. The hatred is valid and so is the guilt. The happiness is an illusion and love is void. The lying is self defence, the humour is rage, the rage is sadness and the sadness is nothing. 

day 2.

I sat on the cement floor celebrating my existence. The hatred is unreasonable and so is the guilt. The happiness is real and love is meaningful.The lying is selfish, the humour is joy, the rage is lying and the sadness is nothing.

day 3.

I sat on the most comfortable chair, regretting it. The hatred is understood and so is the guilt. The happiness is a facade and love is stupid. The lying is rage, the humour is selfish, the rage is self defence and the sadness is nothing. 

day 4.

I sat on a creaky wooden floorboard wondering what I'd done. The hatred is just the aftermath and so is the guilt. The happiness is true and love is bigger than the universe. The lying is meaningless, the humour is stupid, the rage is excruciating and the sadness is nothing. 

day 5.

I sat on a swing and I didn't regret it. The hatred is stupid and so is guilt. The happiness is valid and love is self defence. The lying is joyous, the humour is meaningless, the rage is truth and sadness is nothing.

day 6.

I sat on the plastered bench and contemplated everything. The hatred is regret and so is guilt. The happiness is a lie and love is an excuse for rage. The lying is compelling, the humour is intriguing, the rage is lying and sadness is nothing.

day 7.

I sat on the cold hard floor, grieving everything. The hatred is guilt and so is happiness, the love is meaningless. The lying is excruciating, the humour is grief, the rage is sadness and the sadness is everything.