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Depressed
Depressed
He worked tirelessly
Ignored his health,
Untended his poor soul,
He was afraid of going back
To the house of the memories.
He was awake with his eyes closed.
The dearest dreams became dreaded.
He caressed his lone mattress
Felt the air of anger
Amidst the yell of misery.
His doldrums stared at him
They were rueful.
The wet eyes were funereal
And the tongue overflew in saliva.
He went through the unsaid
He is going through the unexplainable.
He shrieked in pain,
He mourned the death of his
Pretty weak mind.
The thoughts rushed in
To his adrenaline like a drug.
His heartfelt the unbearable.
He craved for a lullaby,
He got snubbed.
He lived for the sake of the creator;
The choice which he hated.
He rolled and rolled
Picked up his phone
The phone rang once he declined
He drank his mood soother;
Took the phone in the hand
Trembling in the fear of silence -
The life eating stillness.
His heart broke like the glass in the vehicle
It twisted him, destroyed his' self
And at last in all the woes -
He cried out loud.
He said to himself
"it is sometimes okay to be not okay."
