My limbs are stiff and my heart is numb.
I cannot feel and I cannot touch.
I've pushed myself to the point of no return
But these all are excuses, after all, I hurt you more.
I'm running on fuels and a programmed brain,
My actions repeated from day to day.
When sadnesses takes over, I feel this way,
Just like a computer I'm switching off.
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Monsters Among Us
Short StoryThe mental health journey is like an endless labyrinth. While you're in its belly, the possibility of escape feels impossible. There could be monsters lurking at each turn, booby traps set for unfortunate souls, and, lastly, there is darkness. But...
