Of screwdrivers and scratches...

What happens when things get beyond you? How would you react if everything around you seems to be collapsing upon you? What would you do if faced if things over which you have no control over engulfed you? How would it feel to be alone in this world, with not a soul to care for you? What would be your answer to life's toughest questions? How would it be if a person you loved deeply and cared for intensely started accusing you and getting upset because of something you did for his/her good? If all the above mentioned happens at a time you're already finding it difficult to get along, it'd push you over the edge...

Sometimes, you feel life's not worth all the tension and care you give it, things just go they way they are destined to be... But you can't just leave it at that... You tend to try to modify situations to suit you and if that doesn't work, you get desperate... Take an instance, where you try to convince someone about something for a period of six to eight months... The period is trying for both of you, but deep down within your heart, you're convinced that what you say is for the welfare of both of you... For six months, you try to explain the matter to the other person, while trying to convince him/her about the consequences... When that person has a different perspective on the issue, it gets a bit tough... Emotions are stretched and a sort of rift develops... The extremity of this leads to unprecedented accusations and unpleasant feelings... What CAN you do? You're helpless, desperate and filled with anguish... That is when you get hold of a screw driver and start working on your hand, trying to etch something drastical on the inner part of your forearm... It ends up as a collage of bloody marks, each one a memoir of the incident...