12 midnight after all has been dead asleep
The town starts snoring while her heart weeps
Talking to the moon with blood-shot eyes
I love him still, she realized
She can feel the steel kissing her skin
As the blood drips fast and unruly
Now her wrist are left with trails
Of adversity and society’s verdict
Steady now, my ill-fated love
Doves are with you as you fly above
I think it all boils down to one point – we can’t recognize what we feel and we can’t voice it out without having the fear of judgment.
This whole idea of depression isn’t something that is easily accepted and understood in the society. People would call it as something vague and shallow or just an excuse of a person going through it.
That is why we keep it to ourselves, trying to comprehend the life we can’t understand. We feel useless and not worthy of all the love given to us that we ended up pushing people away. The chaos and war inside our mind was too loud, all we could do was scream in silence.
And it was excruciating – to find your place in this world when you can’t even know where you belong. Until then, we give up and let our inner demons eat us alive.
G A M E – O V E R