Depression is real you know,
when there's a glass full of optimism
placed for you on the dining table
someone calls. Recalls and recalls
for you to come and gulp it within one sip
and you stand at doorsteps few feet away
biting your nails hastily, finding a perfect
way to drink it fully, the last section of hope
you pull it closer and your hand shivers
and it slips out of your hand the same
way everything in life including love did
and you scream while kneeling down
and pull your hair out. Your fingers
travel a distance towards your nose,
tells how it is again bleeding
and without even wondering
why it isn't bothering or itching
you ran towards your room and open
a box which has a bunch of amoxicillin,
anti depressants and a whole lot of pills
the final destiny, the only hope
a tragic start over or maybe a beautiful end
within a second you take uncountable
pills out and munch them all. Oh no, God.
Shouldn't have done this.
the sink, you puke and see blood all across
your face, you punch the mirror and realize
that was fortunately just another nightmare
Depression is real you know,
when there's all you want but the desire
to pick one out from them doesn't let itself
and you see this bird doing its best to get up
and escape into the mere sheets of sky
but his injurious health tells a different story
the acne, birth marks, pointless nose
you pull your feet and make sure if there's still
any way for you to be just a single or 2 inch tall
you stand and see how your curly hairs don't
do enough justice with you being tanned
you sit on the floor with scissors in your hand but,
Stop.
Stop because youre focusing on the wrong
things my dear, there's no fairness cream which could
turn one's heart fair, and there's no scrub which couly make
a mindset stun
by all means for you to grasp, is the whole sky
for sure, the birds will eventually learn
how to whiz and fly.
Thanks For Reading.
