Silent Battles: Mental Illness

Commotion.

It was a desparate struggle,

My debilitated heart and,

My beleaguered mind.

There were no tears,

Absolutely none,

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.