1 – It was a pleasure living with you.
Lying is what all you made me do.
But now you’re inside of me.
Shouting loud so I could obey all your deeds.
Head full & plates empty.
Cussing friend nagging at me.
What all you can do to make me?
Shattered, broken & insane mentally.
2 – Eat up your loneliness for your only breakfast.
Spending the day in guilt for the meal you ate just.
Eat up your own bloody miseries.
Live upto the standards inside that’s yelling me to be.
Relapsing again after saying I’m fine.
Motivation to recovery being denied.
3 – Torturous thoughts.
Piling up like a fucking storm.
Give up, give in or give it all.
Whatevers left & what’s all you’ve got.
Tears roll down in fucking silence.
Confused & afraid facing your own worst nightmares.
Help comes in many different ways.
Acceptance of help is itself a big challenge to take.
Even if you get better & maintain your healthy shape.
Chances to relapse always remain.
Which can make you to absolutely degrade.
4 – CHOICES.
A LIVING SLAVE TO A MONSTROUS MIND.
Ripping up whatevers present inside.
You may call it a disease but it’s my life.
Lock & load.
Almost safe to secure.
There’s only one way this story could go.
Voices winning the battles you never ever chose for.
Controlling you between the spaces of your only hopes.
Written by P.S