The Depressed Days

Published by Pragnamudigonda on

the ugly writers

Cut my days off

From joy.

Burnt my fingers out.

Hurt my skin.

Loved the darkside of bed corner.

Pushed off the time

Pulled the shadows

And demons.

Stucked within the four walls.

Lived in the gush of tears.

Everyone left

But not the dark and the tears.

Saw the people

Enjoying the light

Me hated.

Many days

Washroom been my bestie

In listening to all my pain


And his walls

Hidden my tears

And wiped with water.

Many wild ideas

ran inside me

None is executed

Because the strength to achieve

Never left me.

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