I'm scared
Am I going to lose my only hope of living?
Am I turning back to the old, hopless me?
Am I being squeezed by the stigma of cruel world?
Am I drowning into my own soul, collapsing?
I'm hurt
not by the unknowns
but the known me.
I'm willing to go away and hide, in the deepest and darkest secrets,
I'm afraid of dying
What if I really lost it?
Lost my calmness, my sanctity, my feelings and even myself?
Will I be remembered
or will I turn into unfaithful dust wandering in the sky?
My smile is fading away
My tears ain't wanting to clear my insides.
I want to heal but the healer is invisible; maybe unexisting.
My thoughts, once my strength are becoming my weakness.
Nothing is going along with my senses,
and I feel turning helpless.
Want to continue
but even a pinch feels like being torn.
Physically I'm doing well
but the soul is shredding.
Need of utmost help
but no one particular in mind,
I have unending list of "Friends"
is anyone willing to switch on the light?
Living in dark is hell,
I've experienced,
But at least there is no expectations for me to delve.

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~Moonchild 💜