By Aishu Rittika
I wake up with a jolt
Thoughts and feelings
Taking over my conscious self.
Running, running,
Not knowing where to go.
They stop at the,
Deepest cuts
And make me relish it.
I shake my head
I say to myself
"No, I'm a happy person.
This isn't me.
I'm happy, I'm happy"
The inner voice in me weeps for me.
It sheds tears of pain and sympathy.
For even the ones who validate their pain
Get help and support
The ones who pretend to be happy
Are those who end up
Giving up to their
Thoughts behind unopened doors.
By Aishu Rittika
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