FEVER OF SADNESS

        

     OUT OF MANY PAINS , TEAR IN EYE IS THE PAIN THAT HUMAN DESIGNED FOR THEMSELFS 

         Sometimes there are moments , during which we cannot simile from heart , we were become vulnerable towards sadness . Those moments push us to think about our achivements , our failures , our dark days.At that time of gloom , we just want a room full of silence to sit and think over and over again about ourself and make us belive that we are bad person , we are just a failure in the world and nothing more . And cry with tears rolling down through face but still we want more tears . We want that , people should abuse us with most aggresive tone they could use and the fever of sadness goes on and on .

   Thats a crazy vibe spreading in the brain and heart is pumping and dancing on its beat , facts and truth remain statue , that can be seen but can not speak like a judge who knows everything but cannot decide the case. The satisfaction that one could get by tears then why paint similes on the face everytime.

                        The cloud of sorrow beomes darker and frightening as deeper we swim in its fear diving in the deepth to know the ground level where it lies but it lives in our brain and kissing our heart saying "

 

EVERYTHING IS DOOMED

           EVERYONE IS TRUSTLESS                                                                                         KEEP TEARS FLOWING                                                                                                 HEART STAYS MINDLESS "   

                                      

 

As time passes , this fever starts leaving the person  body and we become tired of tear , or you could say we absorbed the pain , all at once , then our needs are simile , happinnes , the people but this cycle of sadness comes again and again and it is nesscary to balance human nature .

                    But some people cannot bear it and do sucide and some do murders . Some people belive  in whatever they think during this fever and raise misbelive in themselves and became the victom of thier own imagination .