A battle with self.
In a dusky morning, the sun was setting,
Wanted to scream in a silent mic.
No more of this frustration, no more of this hatred,
Death was the only freedom came to his mind.
Listening to the people, listening to himself he realised,
Many a things don't matter, So does his life.
Losing his hobby, his like, his ego, his pride.
Losing his humanity, was what it was like.
'Try to stay positive' is all you say,
But how can I be, I find no way.
The struggle is real, the pain is real,
Becoming worse in every fear,
Can't tell to stay calm,
but will say will be there for you,
for this battle is real.