Where were they all?
When I needed them the most
Told them about my nightmare
But they didn't even trust.
When tears rolled down from my eye
I wanted people to wipe them
But then they told
Things I was crying for was all lame.
Cutting down my own skins
Was just not enough pain
No one was there for me
And every day was the same.
I was stabbed and conquered
Every time by my own fear
Forced to take the pain alone
Desperate for someone to care.
Will I be missed, if I go?
But then I really don't know
I am sure they will forget me
With the passing time flow.
I want none of them
To ever say things about me
Cause they might feel guilty
That they didn't even bother to see.
No one is ever supposed to feel
Unknown, uncared and of all unloved
Hope before it begins to someone
All these will be solved.
Dear Reader,
To be honest ,I really don't know much about depression. I won't say i know how it feels to be depressed because i don't know how it feels. I have never been through that stage. But I don't want anyone of you to go through that phase. Even when there are people around who loves you, you will feel unwanted, unsafe, unknown... It will be very hard to understand you and your mood swings. So, I hope before it gets entrance to your mind and heart, you will find someone who will never let you go through that stage and support you with all their might.
Take care 💕💞
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Spilling Thoughts
PoetryWhen your thoughts cannot be expressed, spill it on pages... Sometimes scribbling, doodling and scratching on paper is all you need to do to bring out those unexpressed feelings.
