𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝑷𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚| 𝑷𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚 [𝑶𝒏-𝑮𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈]

Part 1: The story of depression

Hey!! This is the first time I'm publishing one of my poetries online. Hope y'all like it💗xo!

They say laughter is the best medicine
But look here at my messed up life
Where drugs have become my only medicine,
The life I got is lost already.
Cheers and peers all are gone!
They say smiles heal
But look here at my messed up life,
Where it only intensifies the wound.
Trust me, I try my best to hide them
Deep beneath the folds of my heart.
Heavy hearted, all distorted
But from within... don't misunderstand,
I am all fine if you see the painted me..
From within the cheerful girl has lost her smile,
Her grace and her feelings.
You won't be able to notice me in the crowd,
A wallflower is what they call me.
They say anti-socializing makes you an outcast
But the pain devoted by the society is unbearable.
Mom is the only one I can ever think of,
'Cause chums have never asked how I feel and what I feel.
They tease me, they bully me.
They misinterpret me.
They don't understand what it is to be depressed.
They don't know how it feels to be mentally ceased.
All they know is about the ex I had and the crush I have.
If I ever have a soulmate they'll tell me to "get a room" not "win his heart".
All they remember is about the embarrassment I faced two years back.
They twist my wrist and drag me down,
'Cause all they know is to make me the clown.
Now, you'll say that's just for fun.
Did you ever face it?
The day you will
You'll wish for the day never came.
Coffee becomes the best buddy
And at night when you've got none, you hug a teddy.
Lies have become a necessity.
Do you know how much it aches?
Right there, in every fold of your waxed heart?
Which no more carries love and feelings.
Tears have left the eyes,
And all that's left is the incurable layer of pain,
Of growling on the inside,
Unlighted on the outside!
Mental illness is a death,
Wounds heal but depression doesn't
It's a trauma caused by some drama,
Replaced by the fake hemispheric dimples.
Depression is a story,
A story of strong emotions overflowed by unbearable pain,
Not physical but mental.
It's a never-ending, ineffable story.

Should I write more?