Every day, I see, hear and regret people of my own kind ending their life. This is my little contribution to their unheard screeches as a writer! What they feel and go through:
End the #kakshacrises.
In time did i never realise,
My thoughts were not normal,
I tried and tried and tried to normalize,
But they swore upon, to normalize not!
Whay everyone says, what everyone feels,
Is not for me to feel.
What everyone hates, what everyone loves, is not for me to love.
What joys they find, what sorrows they rescind, are far away from my abyssal core!
I try hard to dig inside, but i can't go deeper, into the darker fore.
I try to hence find lenore.
The mightiest pain is my only guest, the same degree of euphoria not,
I get dragged down deeper into the appalling, empty core.
Walls of sounds that haunt and smells of dead ferns,
I yearn.
I yearn to get out, no better outside.
I yearn to dig deeper, deeper inside.
Finding nothing takes a toll,
I start forgetting the empty core.
I wake up again, in all sorts of dark shades,
I find a better way through it,
Soon i realise, i was not meant,
To exit that dark, empty, abysmal sill.