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Dear Diary,

My brain is like a person,

In a cage,

Constantly trying to break free,

From the bonds,

Into oblivion,

Into nothingness.

But holding back,

Just for the sake,

Of the non-existent people,

Who couldn't care less.


Tied to society,

And people who wouldn't care,

Wanting to die,

But secretly hoping,

For one, only one, person to care,

And ask me to stop.


Deaf,

With the calls from the brain and heart,

To do, like they said,

And end it.


Blind,

From the tears,

From the eyes,

Begging to end the pain.


Senseless,

To all the happenings around,

Only paying heed to the brain and heart,

And wanting to end it.


Dumb,

From the voices,

Wanting to be heard,

Above everything else,

And asking,

For me to end it.


To taste,

The freedom,

Of being free,

From the clutches of society.


Ready to give up,

Not ready to live,

Wanting to stop,

But having no reason to.


And wanting,

Nothing else,

But to end it.

Yours sincerely,

Noah

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This poem is really so sad. But I wanted to write it because he is a writer and it wouldn't be fair to him if none of his write-ups featured in the book. And this is also something that I usually don't write. I wanted to go out of my comfort zone to see if I could do something like this or not. Please comment and tell me whether you liked the poem or not.

And only 1 more chapter to go :)))))))))))))))

Like I said earlier, the last chapter is already available on Radish so if you want to read it before anyone else, do check it out. But you don't have to, cause I will post it here the coming Monday. And then I will (hopefully) post the epilogue on Wednesday and wrap up the book.

I am so sad this is ending :( But it has to end here. And I am pretty satisfied with the ending, and how it turned out. I hope you are too!

Please vote if you liked it!

All the love, S.

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