HERE FOR YOU
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Complete Sun, Jul 19, 202028m
"Can't you hear my silent screams?
They are so loud they echo in my dreams.
Behind this face that carries a smile
Lies a dark road that goes on mile after mile.
My silent screams have been going on for years,
But it always falls on so many deaf ears.
How can they hear these silent screams in my mind?
They can't hear my thoughts if I keep telling them I'm fine.
What can I tell them? These silent screams carry no words.
It's just feelings of sadness and darkness that come in its herds.
How can I explain so people understand this?
It's like walking around in a suffocating black mist.
It's holding on to happiness like holding water in your hands.
It just trickles between your fingers and disappears into the sands.
I can't explain how this feels; it's so extreme,
So I hold my mouth shut to cover my scream".
Depression is something that we people are dealing with right now. Not having a shoulder to cry on or a therapist to talk to makes it even worse because fear starts running inside your head. People fake their smiles, but deep down inside they know they are dying. Every morning you wake up, pretending as if everything is going smooth because that's how we live in this world. Mostly, I want people to know that if you have a shoulder to cry one, someone to share your life with and telling him/her what you are going through, you'll soon heal.
So here I am starting a movement called "HERE FOR YOU".
It's slogan is "its OKAY to not to be OKAY, so let's talk" its main motive is to fight against depression, anxiety suicide and other such related issues.
I know that we all are facing a pandemic but a little help is always appreciated. This movement allows the writers to share their own problems to the world to encourage them.
The rules and how to participate in this movement will be published inside.
If you don't want to participate that's completely fine but please don't show any hatred in my book.
Please share your story to everyone and inspire them.
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