"A big part of depression is feeling really lonely, even if you're in a room full of a million people. "
     - Lilly Singh

Playlist: 19th Nervous Breakdown
                 [Rolling stones]
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Title: Few days of agony

Each word feels like hell
I just wanna get rid
Of this time, what's my crime.

I don't want to stay at my home.
I just wanna spin time back
Changing some choices
Whispering voices

Sweeter advises, seeming like crisis
Can't hold the sweat
That's dripping from my eyes
The heat and the pressure
That laughter's demise.

The eyes that were merry
Are looking so dry
My head is throbbing
Infusions and cries.

I promised my mom
The gift of lost pride
But it means giving each hour with killing of mine.

Each sweet brings the poison
Each word is like sword
The bright future he yearned
Now is the hell's god.

The aspiration for living
Is ending like man
Who each day comes near
His death in hand.

The beauty of life
Is something I hate.
I hate everything
That I once used to take.

I hate that sympathy
I hate my own voice
And
I hate myself for being annoyed.

I hate my skin
I hate the chances I lost
I hate my talents
That has changed into a ghost.

I can't understand
Why hardworking is killing
I can't undermine
What's forthcoming.

I can't learn to love
To love my own life
I had played with it
Like a man's second wife.

Each passing hope is strangling
My heart, my soul
Can I bear the weight
All alone?

PS: I know that I'm sounding like a sadistic person but I can't help it. I promise that the next poem will be hopeful. 😃

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