Kim Jonghyun💔\\k.s

So as some of you may know, a very talented young Korean man, Kim Jonghyun, the lead singer of the boyband SHINee, committed suicide on Monday (18 December 2017) and left us all with some memories of his to cherish and mourn. It is believed that he consumed very unhealthy amount of carbon monoxide, a very poisonous gas and died. Earlier, he had been sending disturbing messages to his sister, dropping hints of his mission, and in doubts his family and friends tried protecting him but it was of no use. He was taken to the hospital after the accident but was declared dead soon after. Two weeks before his death, he even sent a 47- line text to his friend Jang Hee- Yeon, a band member of Dear cloud, in which he clearly said that he was broken from the inside.

So pretty, clearly, the boy died due to mental issues, stress and depression. But the worse part, he was just 27, he had his whole life ahead of him. He was definitely getting too much of hate to bear which made him take such a big step.

Honestly speaking, since I am not that much into K-Pop(just familiar with a few artists), I didn’t know about him. Yet, I cried for him. I felt really really bad for what he did to himself. But seems like he had no choice.

I really don’t get it that why is there so much hatred in this world. Like how cruel can one be? How can people be that incredibily devilish? How can people hate on someone so bad as to push them to their death? What about the person’s feelings? No bother.

It has purely been due to the hatred that he had been receiving all this time that added up and lead to something this disastrous. Mental illness, what they say. Congrats to you haters, you won. And it has not been just for the first time that anyone has taken such a step. Just because he was famous, this issue had been brought into the limelight.

I hope people realize the mess they’ve caused because after Jonghyun, more than 100s of Shawols(SHINee’s fans) have committed suicide. This clearly needs to stop. It takes approximately 5 seconds to send hate to someone. But that person receiving it might feel bad for over 5 mins, 5 hours, 5 months or maybe 5 years…. you never know.

So, if you’re reading this, and you’ve ever sent hate to someone or want to, just stop. Picture yourself in their shoes. And then, you wouldn’t even dare to. I still feel that if people had been a lil sweeter, he would have still been alive. The world didn’t deserve him. I hope he’s in a better place now.

R.I.P Jonghyun 🌹\\ You will be missed.


Wake me up\\k.s

Wake me up, when we’re done.

No longer in this war that we earlier begun.

Wake me up, as this gets over.

No one bitter; just love leftover.

Wake me up, as soon as we progress.

When we get up, get over this mess.

Wake me up, as we finish it for ever.

Even if we die in attempts to endeavour.

Wake me up, when I no longer see them dead.

All good, as we move ahead.

Wake me up, when everythin’s alright.

Back in shape, as we give up the fight.

Wake me up, as my kid arrives.

My wife no longer praying that I survive.

Wake me up, when we finally act sane.

Not the monsters, that suck on brains.

Wake me up, when everyone’s fine.

Celebrating the win, chucking on wine.

Wake me up, when we’re no longer in pain.

As the war, dies again.

Wake me up, when we all end up alive.

As through the situation, we soon contrive.

Wake me up, as we unite.

And if we reach back our homes tonight.

© Khushi Suneja

Denial \\k.s

You didn’t see my tears, didn’t see me cry within.

Never saw my scars, nor the pain I carried in.

Simply ignored my bruises plus those dirty marks.

Rewarded me with taunts and rude remarks.

You screamed, slapped and defied.

I hid, fell and cried.

You hurt me a million times, all you had was me to assault.

I backed up a thousand times, praying that you would stop.

I cried all night, while you slept.

Saving all I could; a secret that I kept.

You would often call me names, often appall.

I would often ignore, never recall.

You simply didn’t care to notice what my heart desired.

You did all you could and I never backfired.

My body wanted to escape, wanted a revival.

Unfortunately, it couldn’t. ‘Cause I was living in denial.

© Khushi Suneja

Room 105 \\k.s

Room 105. 6:45 a.m.

He laid there still, with half a heart and a sunken hope. My faith sank down to zero. The sight of him undergoing such an excruciating pain was unbearable. The idea of losing him even worse. I went and sat down beside him and touched his cold hands with my shivering ones, assuming that he was still alive. Shortly, he opened his eyes and looked straight into mine. He touched my face at the corner of my eyes where once the tears had been. He murmured something, what seemed like an apology with his gaze never leaving mine. Oh dear, I wish I could say “It’s fine.” but I seemed to have lost my voice. He held my hands into his and with all the strength left in him, pulled me into his embrace. We stood there like that, not exchanging a word, for what seemed like eternity. My heart skipped a beat.

Soon, I felt things slipping out of my hands. His hands went all cold and pale, his eyes as dead as rocks and his body motionless and numb as the ECG showed a flat line. I wish I could turn back time as I wasn’t yet ready to lose him. I felt his grip on my hands loosen as I let go of his hands. A part of me had died inside. Before my eyes I saw my universe take his last breath as my world plunged into darkness.

I left the hospital and a part of me inside, looked at the corner of the street and saw a banner that read SMOKING KILLS.

I shed a tear.

© Khushi Suneja