The feelings goes in and out like a snail.

It is scared of even just a small sound wave. 

They say that stress kills OCTOPUS!!

Then what about us humans.

Why is it that the society looks down upon depression?

Why is the society not lending hands?

 

Everyday feels like hell. 

I want to go to the underworld. 

I feel like they are calling me. 

But then life pulls me back in

Reality hits me with a baseball bat,

But I still won’t come out of my protective world

Apathy surrounds me

A weak body with a frail mine

My body wasn’t mine. 

My mind wasn’t mine either .

 

I called for helps 

I called but no one heard me. 

I cried for help but no one cared 

I desperately did try but yet not prevail.

It was all in vain.

 

If it doesn’t kill you it makes you stronger.

When I got out of depression

I definitely became more mentally stronger

My love for myself grew

I told myself that like is such a precious thing.