My lungs are shrinking, I can't breath,
Waiting for the exhale, I live in the
deep.
I know I can't make it, but still I try,
Is joy a myth?
Does it comes with a price?
Loneliness is lethal, it withers
my soul,
It corrodes my heart, I can't take it
anymore.
In this cruel cold world filled with
sorrow and distress,
I need someone who will cherish
my existence.
My head feels heavy, the thoughts
keep lurking,
They remind me how alone I am,
It ain't worth living.
If I give up one day they
will mourn my death,
There is still time,
My phone doesn't ring.
~Milind Gautam
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Author:
Milind Gautam (
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- Category: Sad
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Comments5
Beautiful poem. As someone who battles depression I can relate. I try to remind myself that “we are never alone, lest we abandon ourselves.” Thanks for sharing these words.
I’m glad u enjoyed 😊
Beautiful word nicely written .Poetry is the best way to ward off your happiness
'I need someone who will cherish
my existence.'
How about, allowing yourself
to be your own, Hero
by Cherishing your own existence..
try thinking of something, anything
you like about yourself
look carefully, you may find
there's a lot: to choose from
and then, try asking
what's preventing people from seeing
your beautiful traits..
step by step, day by day
anchor a sense of self-worth
so impregnable
you'll soon find, it will be you
reaching out
and making that Timely, call
for those in need...!
(liked your bravery in wording
your exasperated state
so transparent
thanks for sharing, dear poet
stay strong)
I can surely relate to this. Being alone and feeling like you have nobody can really be a consuming sensation. I hope you'll feel cherished knowing that your poetry is beautiful, and you have so much to give. Continue fighting the good fight!
Being alone
You learn to know within
It’s worth to venture out
And even more to venture within
In the abyss of despair, writing by the sheer
One finds the queerest thing amidst themselves
Maybe a talent of penning
Airing emotions
In few lines
Honest to the sheet
That wipes the tears
And understands the sufferings of others too
Sooner or later, the suffering shall pass too
The grief shall hurt less
And furthermore fade with passing time
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