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Without even a single, cut on my skin ;
My wounds are deeper , then you can think .
The sleep in eyes, now won't arrive ;
Even if I blink ,
a thousand times .
Beautiful, unscratched ,
To them ;
My skin appears .
My scars are too shy ;
So , from their gaze, they disappear .
Depressed, oppressed,
Is what I feel .
I can't, even remember now ;
How does a smile,
on my face feel .
No matter how hard,
my chains ;
I, try to break .
I end up feeling ;
As if I am a ship wreck .
From this situation ;
Even I, want a break .
So, source of my suffering ;
I , try to track .
The coocoon I have lived in ;
I, try to crack .
But, the required strength ;
Is , what I lack .
Alas, I guess ;
The chances of being free ;
From these scars, are scarce ;
And I will have to live ;
Along with my scars .
#Depression #Anxiety #Stress #Mentalillness #Panicattacks
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I could relate to each sentiment noted down here.
#Touched