Silent Battles: Mental Illness
Silent Battles: Mental Illness1 min 141 1 min 141
It was a desparate struggle,
My debilitated heart and,
My beleaguered mind.
There were no tears,
Countenance à drought.
But the tears my soul wept,
Was a disarray only I could feel,
A soul within mine I wanted to set free, From the cage of a treacherous life.
Shattered I was into so many sediments,
I had lost the feeling to feel my sentiments,
Vandalised from within.
The real life in me was, as if,
Sucked out... Now left,
Was a living lifeless body,
Beguiled in commotion.