My Scars

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