The scream help is not always loud
sometimes it lurk’s in silence.
And in the silence , a few find solace
a redemption of sorts for when
there is no one there shall always
and forever be oneself to help.
The fight is not a easy one
there are days when even opening
the eyes and waking up seems
herculean task, and sometimes
all one wants to do is to
not sleep and kill the mind busy
so that the heart is silent..
Sometimes water serves as the only
food one requires and some days alcohol.
Being depressed was not out of choice
nor was being happy.
Even the ones for whom you die
for may not hear the silent cry.
No amount of motivation may wake the
dead happiness inside.
Even family becomes a oasis
There may not come help from any source anyday
And neither does the courage to end it all
The silence of the gods , the numbness of loved ones
all create a scream inside the head
humanly unbearable to silence.
And the entire world goes deaf for it……