Digging yourself a hole for

Burying,

Stuck between death

And staying alive,

Couldn't move out

Couldn't give up.

Energy gone missing

In a wrong time.

You try to run from the volcano

But couldn't,

Because it looks beautiful

More than dangerous.

Pressure from every dimension.

It's like you are standing in the center

Of four way road

Each road leads you to

Different types of death,

So you are stuck in the center.

Road to recovery

Is like a puzzle,

A puzzle which

Is so hard to fix

Either you get tired fixing

Else you die fixing.

Entertainment, sitting alone

Music loud,

Forget everything,

Forget the pain,

Forget goals,

Calm your soul with music.

Staying awake all night

Trying to get sleep,

Hearing eerie voices,

Seeing terrifying faces.

Red hot eyes

Holding eyeballs which might fall.

Searching happiness

In slaughter house.

Smiling fake,

To see others smile back.

Sitting alone

Most of the time.

Evolution of pain

And anxiety.

Swinging in silence,

Slowly dragging you down

To enter passwords with a blade,

To meet the devil.

Disease, which can be cured

But takes lot of hard work.

You need someone to keep your trust on,

You should be strong enough to handle betrayal,

You need someone to talk,

It's like eating a cactus.

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