@Rimsha 30 November 2020

Depression is real.

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.