A Conversation With Depression

Just let the clock strike 3:00 A.M.,

Shift those aesthetic curtains to the right side,

Let me tell the moon about my sufferings,

The ones which, from the world, I hide.

Don't let my overthinking win over my self-confidence,

Hold my hand and give me some warmth,

Don't touch any of my medicines please,

Let me consume them and have a tranquil night, therefore.

The wet pillow covers,

Say a lot about my recent pains,

Please switch my phone off for a while,

I don't want to socialize, my leftover exhausted strength is what it drains.

Those little scribblings on the walls,

Are an epitome of the fears I am surrounded by,

These thoughts and expectations are pulling me back,

When in the sky of happiness, I want to fly.

Bring me a glass of water please,

I want to swallow these hard times,

And also please prepare a coffee too,

I want to have a conversation lasting at least a night's mile.

Please don't drive me to sleep,

Also, don't switch off the lights,

The darkness scares and reminds me of,

Those silent, innocent self fights.

Hey depression, do forevers exist?

Will you hold my hand till then?

Please keep visiting me at night on a usual basis,

You will always be alive through the writings of my pen.