Tears in Crimson Ink

★ Silence the silent pleas

Starring blankly to the wide horizon
Trying to search for any reason
But nothing comes other than questions
Why am I locked up in this situation?

Words are told and no one listened
Tears stream down for the pleas unspoken
Was the word "help" too hard to comprehend?
Or people was just too dense to listen?

Words are maybe meant to be written rather than spoken
However, written or not, no one will still offer their ear to listen
And all the cuts in the skin will remain pent
Again, no one, even just a smile will be lent

Confession, all this poetries are silent pleas to fight depression
This isn't just an act to get people's attention
It is a mental health attrition that can lead to life threatening situation
Wherein unknowingly you or I can have the same condition

Now humans, make use of your mind to heal someone else's
Give them time to hear their silent pleases
Pray to God the healing we all deserve in this cruel place
God, heal each one of us and give us more of your blesses.