The way I depressed is the way I suicide…
Its like I’ve been in a room without any doors & windows..
The moments, which slab my heart…
The frosty handed death …
Feel to cry stridently… but …
No one..no place..nothing…
The spiteful Depression…
With shadows…without any hope…
A narrow escape…
I implore to my God…
It won’t ever come back to me…
Never Ever..!
Now it’s serene …
Without any saddle…!
4 comments:
Depression??????????????
Nothing to tell. Paranjaal kelkkillallo.
it's true.......
Oh. . Cool. Who's the poet ? You?
Everywhere i could see a sadness and a shadow of sorrow. What's the reason?
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