Liquidating Life

Someone help me,
I think I’m losing my mind.
Surrounded by people yet I’m lonely.
Oh, how everyone seems so selfish and

Someone help me.
My heart is aching; it’s breaking.
I’m disappearing into a void so dark.
Oh, how my whole world is shaking.

Someone help me.
Talk to me and hear my words.
I need to pour out all the suppressed pain and anger.
Oh, otherwise I’m sure I’d burst.

Someone help me.
Just hold my hand and sit by my side.
I’m not asking you to shoulder my share of burden.
Oh, I just need a shoulder to cry.

Someone help me.
Please bring me some light.
I’m disoriented and depressed.
Oh, how my worries are no more finite.

Happiness is now vague and distant,
While sorrow is too near and dear.
I was once a free bird in the sky,
But now sadly I’m just ruled by fear.

There’s an abyss of perpetual pain inside of me.
I’m shedding my skin to survive and yet you cannot see.
I plead for peace but you say it is gone.
Please don’t leave me to be perished and forlorn.

My life is liquidating and I don’t know what to do.
Sometimes I wonder if it’d be easier to give up and lose.
But I can’t give up, no. I’m here to stay.
I won’t follow the crowd, no. I’ll make my own way.

But any and every path is lonely,
If you don’t have a companion; a friend.
Because journeys are supposed to be enjoyed and loved,
They’re never about what’s at the end.

So someone please help me.
Because I’m brimming with grief.
Bursting at the seems.
Soon I’ll collapse into myself and cause a colossal explosion,
Then when I go down, I’ll take you down with me.

-Megha Bhartiya ๐Ÿ’œ

ยฉMegha Bhartiya, ๏ธ

Daily Prompt Word – Vague
Daily Prompt Word – Forlorn


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  1. “soliloquy for had my Madame’s poetry entangled now ;
    It be not a story ,
    For it has poetry and wallotic cheer all around
    , withered about .
    The gradual acceptance of pain and hunger had from my Madame’s long a drowned ,
    For now and then all then them ,
    My Madame has perpetual Gates of mystique’s and magical bows ,
    Just as then had I not want to wonder,
    My Madame shoots the enaculatic shadows of vicious vespers and darkened ominable clouds,
    Then as more than rather to need a companion
    I become a devout to,
    For maybe I am a maid to honor ,
    Cuz’ I feel my Madame’s strongo’ soul all about ,
    Had these lines of my Madame’s wondrous made me pour all of these in and out ๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ’œ.” This was so beautiful and heart drenching Madame ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ’œ

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  2. Ahhhhhโค

    But any and every path is lonely,
    If you donโ€™t have a companion; a friend.
    Because journeys are supposed to be enjoyed and loved,
    Theyโ€™re never about whatโ€™s at the end.

    The journey is the destination. And this is such beautifully written, it strikes right through.
    Wonderful work.
    Also, the last line,
    If we go down then, we go down together โค

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