The Room

It was just another morning,she goes to the restroom,

To get prepared for the battle,

As she puts the paste on her brush,

Looks at the girl in the mirror,

A girl exhausted, disfigured face,

With no smile, no shine in eyes,

Suddenly the light goes off,

She runs into her room and opens the curtain,

The window, which was supposed to give light, was covered by the wall,

She screamed out of fear,

The door, was locked permanently,

Nothing seemed to work.

There were voices all around her room; the walls were getting painted with posts,

All her friends were watching her, commenting on her picture and post.

But what they were able to see was her, mask not the real her.

The wall around her was sound proof, No one could hear her.

Once she was able to break, the glass above the door, and screamed for help.

They shut the opening permanently, with a block of setting.

As she was dying out of suffocation, the door opened and

Her mother came with a anger.

They rushed her into the hospital, all along the way she could see her

Mother's tear and concern, she felt out of body experience,

And heard the scream.....

She wakes up and sees her mother standing angrily, for not throwing her clothes around the room.

With tears in her eyes she hugs her mother.

In a busy world, share what is required to others,not everyone going to care about you

When you are going, through trauma share it to your true friends and parents.

When in need of help, seek help before you get haunted and possessed by depression.