TRIED AND TIRED

At times, depression overcomes me...and I feel like writing. One such time, I wrote - 


I stand atop the peak

the sky smiles down at me

feel small and weak

the birds fly free

the clouds pass by

look down upon my tiny head

make me want to cry

say I have nay friend

The sun's so gloomy

days' no longer bright

everything's blurry

cower down with fright

Scream and shout

out to Everyone

clarify my single doubt

Will you save me, Anyone?

don't make me lie down

in this pasture so wild

am not your foe to frown

love me like your child

Shall die

if not for y'all

answer the question why

wanna make me get down and crawl

can it satisfy your hunger

and make you sleep sound at last

Or will you seethe with anger

and finally Blast

will you crave for more

fear,can give you nothing

am exhausted to the core

having lost everything

Made me bow down to defeat

Is this not enough

or do you yearn to Delete

just know- its no longer Tough.


Heavy right!! Well... don't know when I wrote all of this. But yes, this blog is a compilation of my deepest thoughts expressed in words that were formed at times when I had no other option...

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