Sameera Alshaikh


Behind the smiles


This disgusting feeling grows uncontrollably and imperfectly.
This repugnant feeling grows arbitrarily!
Troubled - I sat down and felt like I'll never get up again.
Self-doubt and self-hatred - my eyes filled with rain.
Bitterness spreads through my body each time my aching heart painfully pumps;
It runs freely in my veins.
I don't feel young, I don't feel well.
Is there a way out of this hell?
Repeatedly insulted and hurt...
I lock myself in my room
Writing is my escape and my comfort.
My nerves blind me and I wonder in silence;
What have I got to do to end this!
Lost to apathy - depression and loneliness.
There's no escape from this!
Remnants of dying laughter, echoes of silent cries;
It's difficult to not think of death sometimes.

Submitted: Thursday, March 14, 2013
Edited: Thursday, March 14, 2013

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  • Rookie - 144 Points Subbaraman N V (4/13/2013 6:54:00 PM)

    One of the greatest gifts of God is the human life to love and serve. You have along life to live; be positive, be cheerful, be optimistic, love all, serve all. You will find this life verily a heaven! (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,551 Points Hans Vr (3/15/2013 6:13:00 AM)

    These verses touch the heart of the reader very much. I think your talent for poetry is really big.
    There is nothing wrong with being sad. It is a very normal feeling.
    Let the bitterness run through the veins for a while, cry it out loud.
    When I am sad, I try to spend some time in nature.
    A beautiful spot can give so much energy.
    Prayerful reflection in nature often shows me the way out of my sadness
    If the sight of our eyes and the hearing of ears is still ours, we have so many blessings
    If we look really deep iin our soul, our soul knows the truth.
    I think you will enjoy reading my poems, 'Y.. A deep valley', page3 and 'when your heart is hopelessly broken', page1. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 12,690 Points Valsa George (3/15/2013 3:55:00 AM)

    Don't ever give in to depression! This is only a passing phase. If winter comes can spring be far behind, A very powerful write though the melacholic tone is a little haunting! ! Thanks for the invitation! ! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 841 Points Unwritten Soul (3/14/2013 11:18:00 AM)

    Be strong Sameera, i understand the feeling, yes i know....but i believe you are stronger inside, there must be something that down you, No No dont listen to it fight it and your smile will glow like sun in the universe at least moon at night! _Soul (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 2,341 Points Rohit Sapra (3/14/2013 9:09:00 AM)

    Yes, death is a common feeling when depressions arrive. To escape it is not easy however writing does help to a certain extent. (Report) Reply

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