Treasure Island

Sadvansha Munshi

(24th March'99 / Kanpur)

Notes Of A Depressed (Part-II)


I don't know what's going to happen
So, I just keep walking blind
There is not even a single distraction
Which can get my mind
Emotionally, I'm done
Can't take it anymore
I know it sounds so dumb
But everyone just ignores
Spritually I'm dead
This sadness is killing me
People, They just don't get
I'm filling with this seethe
I cut over it
To get the feeling of being alive
But I promise I'll never quit
I will survive
This Life, I will commit
I see the butterflies
They are flying above the ground
But again I'm looking down instead of the sky
Because I don't want to stumble and fall on the ground
I don't want to hide this pain
But I can't express myself through talks
Only thing that can explain
Are my songs
No one knows me better
Except my dear diary
Before I've been a cutter
And it feels like being locked in an aviary
But don't worry
There's always someone in your life working as an auxiliary....

Submitted: Friday, March 14, 2014
Edited: Saturday, March 22, 2014

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