I am scared,
I don't know how to reach out
Will they have the heart to hear me out?
Will they give me some moments of their precious time?
I feel I am a loner
Even among the people I love,
Alone with my mind and soul
And these destructive thoughts
You always say you'll help,
But I know you won't
Just because you probably can't
You are too busy,
Busy with your own struggles
Struggles of mine, not your concern.
Why would you mind !
Horrified and pale is the face,
That I find when I look into the mirror,
No it's not mine or it is,
Why? Because mine was more human less dead.
My screams are unheard, probably ignored
Bloody attention seeker, all they say.
I guess they mean my purpose is over.
Just like a tissue use and throw,
But atleast recycle is an option,
For its life to have a makeover.
The options I have are none,
The person they want is already dead
Morgue I feel , I have beneath
My skin, flesh and bone.
I don't know how to say it in a better tone.
Murdering myself is out of question,
Afraid, what if I survive my desolation!
Caged I feel ,while living like this
Just waiting for someone to emancipate me.
-miraculously miracle ✨