The way I feel

I am scared,

I don't know how to reach out

Will they have the heart to hear me out?

Will they give me some moments of their precious time?

I feel I am a loner

Even among the people I love,

Alone with my mind and soul

And these destructive thoughts

You always say you'll help,

But I know you won't

Just because you probably can't

You are too busy,

Busy with your own struggles

Struggles of mine, not your concern.

Why would you mind !

Horrified and pale is the face,

That I find when I look into the mirror,

No it's not mine or it is,

Why? Because mine was more human less dead.

My screams are unheard, probably ignored

Bloody attention seeker, all they say.

I guess they mean my purpose is over.

Just like a tissue use and throw,

But atleast recycle is an option,

For its life to have a makeover.

The options I have are none,

The person they want is already dead

Morgue I feel , I have beneath

My skin, flesh and bone.

I don't know how to say it in a better tone.

Murdering myself is out of question,

Afraid, what if I survive my desolation!

Caged I feel ,while living like this

Just waiting for someone to emancipate me.

-miraculously miracle ✨