When the heart breaks, the heart hurts a lot, along with the pain, a person also gets angry and I am also very angry.
And sometimes in anger I also write many bitter things in the form of writing which are very bitter and unpleasant.
Because the more one loves someone, the more it hurts when one's heart is broken
And the more he gets angry with that person, no matter what I say, no matter how angry I am, no matter how much I say bad things, this is also a fact.
He who has not heard my yearning, sighing, crying, and screaming in pain will hear my forced cry of love.
Love is the rain which the palms get wet in the desire to touch but the hands are always empty
There must be some people in life who are fine when asked
So the answer comes, act later, tell me the problem now, so that I can help
When you are told that it doesn't matter to me, I am brave, then the answer comes, I know very well
Only then has your bravery decided to stay with you. There should be someone whom we can consider as our safe place, someone who should not hesitate to share our faults
