Barely a piece of matter
Practically invisible...
Sun dims to night
Innocence turns into curiosity...
On the floor ,all alone
Shattered to pieces...
Hiding behind a picture
Trying to find who I used to be...
Everything on the ground like a pile of ashes
All of it being stepped on like garbage...
Skies faded to black
Pollution covering the air...
Barely able to see the world through my tears
Nightmares constantly haunt me...
She told me her neighbour does not want her kids...
The reason she assumed was...
Some people have asked me if am depressed or want...
Others suggested that I go for mental checkup...
Depression is a mental jail.
The Devil and his demons arrest...
My body size is nobody's business.
If the public says I look underfed...
I'm skinny,
But do not care what anyone has to say about it...