Tales of Depression!

A walk through fear you'd say,
But this time around fierce,
Drooling down my cheeks tears,
Tears seen only by my bears.
Not attended to by bottles of beer,
Thought that was the drink of miseries.

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I have always been the crown of every moment,
The joy of every occasion,
Some even refer to me as their perfect life
The glitter of every crowd,
My smiles brighter than the sun
But my pain thorough and true,
Huge and pronounce as the Everest,
But cleverly tucked away in a whitewash

It seems I have come to the end of me,
Nothing matters no more,
Life, a piece of junk that needs to be shoved in the trash.
The only light i see were those from the shining edges of the knife,
The smell of killer doseage seem to romance my being
I just want to end it all.

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Even when I try to talk,
No one believes there are tears underneath my show,
My banters were voiceless
i painted sonnets of deep sorrow on my lips
And wore a garland of lifelessness
And oh how everyday brought with it a new chant to dance heartily to death,
If it were reasons, I found yet more than one to draw the curtains to a close
But sincerely I put on quite a show.
I cant even put in words what i feel.

But the only thing that distracts me is long gaming hours.
Some called it an addiction,
But to me, it was a healing balm
They say what I feel is depression,
In my words,
Its a therapy session of living in recession of self.
like being flayed of life by dark flames

They say;
Look outward and get distressed,
Look inward and get depressed,
Look upward and find rest.
But what do you do when prayer seems all like an echo.
Nothing runs the heart mad than being fed with the echo of its own voice

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We live among you.
We call but not through the language you speak.