Not alone but lonely,
As I sit in my room,
With my spirit all low,
My heart lost in the jungle of sorrow.
This is not the me that I know.
A smile stuck on my face always,
But void of emotions from within.
When I'm sad I go to my room and sleep,
But the wet pillow, my parents fail to notice.
I guess this is what people call DEPRESSION.
"Now what shall I do?" is the big question.
I am strong,
I'll not hang myself to fan.
I am strong,
I'll not cut my delicate vein.
I am strong,
I'll not taste poison.
I am strong,
I'll not let depression win.
I'll cry my heart out.
Not to my best friends
They make me laugh like a drain,
I cannot make them cry.
Not to my parents
They thought of taking me to a psychiatrist,
Nothing happened when they did try.
But to the one
Who will understand me,
Who will hear me out,
Who will keep my secrets buried,
Who is with me till my grave,
Who is my true friend,
MY HEART
Tears flow, condensed form of my grief.
Smile grows, proof of ecstasy and relief.
I meet my real self.
My heart to this cheerful world returns,
With my spirit high again,
As I sit in my room,
Alone but not lonely.
Hi again...
This is not a suicide awareness or something. This is the condition of many people especially teenagers. The idea which I specified (talking to your heart) may seem funny to some people but trust me it really works. I wasn't in depression, so chill. But I have tried it when I'm sad.
Coming back, please vote, comment and share if you like it. Also I would like to know your thoughts on how you defeat your sadness. Till the next, bye!!!!
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Bag Of Feelings (ON HOLD)
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