Refusal

Like an any 18 year old guy
I was also quite optimistic
Mount everest was something
I was planning to climb.

Depression the demon
Came in my way
To halt me in the middle
And tried to take my breath away.

But I refused to succumb
Before the pain
He had given me
l was fighting hard everyday to defy.

When he couldn't win
He called his friends
Guilt and ego
To further push me down.

It took away everything that I had
Friends, love
And left me alone in tatters
Thought that I wouldn't survive.

But I refused to kill myself
Used all my might,
Because I wanted to live
A happy and beautiful life.

Still the wounds It has given me
Ache at times,
My thoughts run wild
But I stay still

  • Because I know I have to live a glorious life.

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