By Kajal
When Depression rings the bell ,
Anxiety feels obligated to come to the party
Your body trembles and shakes like a ship wrecked on the way
You try to grasp for a breath but it's like holding the lightening
Your heart seems to jump out of your body like when your crush looks at you but only it's not romantic
You are not safe and stranded
You wanna call for help but only to be double crossed by your body who seem to forgot how to make a sound
You don't wanna scare them away with your transformation into a werewolf who only knows how to devour others
So you run into woods which is your room and wrapped around in chains in order to keep your demons away but have you
ever succeeded
The scars on your body which you hide like a bounty are the witness
Maybe it's a punishment like Eve who got bitten
The rivulets which descends from your face are enough to flood the Nile
Your screams are enough to be approved by a Banshee
You scratched the deck in an effort of struggling but the ship is only sinking
When the party's over , all there's left are the remains of your struggle ,the fresh cuts, the blood rush
Congrats you survived the trial but only to be accused of playing the victim
You are still at the Gallows at the mercy of your Depression
You don't know when the next slash will be
How deep is too deep, your underwater monologue is boring
Your Depression is like a possessive
partner who tells you to send others away
Living rent free in your head ,taking all of you lil by lil till there's no You left
You rest in your hearse,only the dead feel comfortable now
You map all the crematories and graves, you are a local among the deads
You have written your own eulogy in case everyone forgets
Death doesn't scare you now ,living does
It's a peculiar quality of your Depression ,it never fails to leave it marks like a tattoo
It's not a sturdy ground ,it's a quagmire
Every step you take , every move you make
Your Depression is a Know -It- All
It stalks you down but only you can't lodge a complaint
It's a ticking bomb ,you never know when and where it will blast
Maybe it will be on a family gathering or maybe when you are alone
But you definitely don't want it to be the former, you don't want to hear the words,
"Stop creating a scene " ;Your sadness is contagious
It will only break your already tortured heart
You try to make peace with Your Depression but you can't put forward the conditions, you are not eligible
The once tenant has now become the landlord
The only way to get out is by being buried in your Grave
But you are stuck in a dichotomy, it's a paradox
You burnt the bridges yourself now there's no one to look back
You can only be a hostage with a Stockholm Syndrome
Maybe it will ease the pain
Till the next blow ,Your Depression awaits...
By Kajal
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