Do I want to spend my life like this?

Working for companies.

Smiling for family

Giving charity for respect.

Having kindness for heaven.

Painting for hobby.

Eating for hunger.

Drinking for thrist.

Loving a girl for society.

Getting married for honor.

Reading for grades.

Writing this for saying.

The question we ask on our deathbed.

Blood was on ground.

Mess was allround.

Night was calm.

So does lifeless body in front of me.

Why I am not feeling calmness of night.

Or of that body.

Why I am feeling guilty?

This is all I wanted from last 15 years.

Killing the man who raped my little girl.

The man who is responsible for suicide of my wife.

Why I am feeling sad for smashing head of guy who made my family a mess.

No, I am not feeling sad.

I am just feeling completed.

Or I am not.

Actually I am feeling opposite of complete.

It looks like a part of me died today.

We both got connected by string of hatred.

After 15 years of thinking about this moment and now it is finally here.

I am feeling vaccum in my heart.

What to do next?

Maybe it’s time for me to reunite with my family.

All I ever wanted is to look cool.

All I ever wanted is smoke a cigarette.

All I ever wanted is to have a tattoo.

All I ever wanted is to ride a bike.

All I ever wanted to be man.

All I ever wanted is to have muscline body.

All I ever wanted is to just look in girls eyes without having feeling she disgusted by how I look.

All I ever wanted is to be a man of house.

All I ever wanted is to live life.