Depressed

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They shouted the things they don't want about me

Humiliated me in front of many

Pushed me away and also made fun of me

I also look for a hand

That would help me to stand

But everyone is acting busy

The thought of fear crosses their mind and that made them hesitate to help me

I didn't do anything

But they never stop from destroying

Destroying every piece of me

Just by glancing at their eyes

I feel like drowning

Because of their  hurtful lies

Depression ate me

I started to be a painter

I draw some line in my body

I started to like the flowing liquid
and it is bloody

I once tried  committing suicide

Because every time I look in their eyes

The word "You must die" always crosses my mind

The jolly girl is hiding just to cry

And every time she's alone

She never stop wishing to die 

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