It’s True.

Written By P.S.

Theme – Depression.


Self harm.

Eating disorders.

(Trigger Warning)
1 – Everything Blacks – out.

Every contact is foul.

Don’t interact, with your mouth.

Destructively operating and everything shuts down.

Smack yourself against the crowd.

Of societal  nouns.

Of societal grounds.

Lowering standards of self doubts.

Again getting strong & loud.

Self Harmer temptedly aroused.
2 – It’s all about the blade must.

It’s all about the blade thrust.

It’s all about that relieving rush. 

It’s all about the deep burst.

It’s all about the guilt worst.

It’s all about the scenery of blood shrugs.

Every time cursed.

Every time rubbed.
3 – Binged and purged.

Weakening submerged.

Dissociative serves.

To body and nerves.

Strange voices heard.

They begin to learn.

Your weakest turn.

Making you burn.

Making you concerned.

Making you follow its instructions.

Vile junction.

Bile abruption.

Nauseous proportions.

Digestive food abortions.

Blacking out cautions.
4 – Helpless Cope.

Hopeless bowl.

Never been told.

How to hold?

This chokes.

This pokes.

Out of control.

But the most.

Illogically – logical, inner feeding host.

Vulnerably gropes.

Strong gripness and furious hold.

Blood cone.

Blood enroll.

Brain sold.

Cognitions torn.

Gun reload.

Trigger Rode.

Failure phone.

Of unnheard moans.
5 – Everything Blacks – out.

Every contact is foul.

Don’t interact, with your mouth.

Destructively operating and everything shuts down.

Smack yourself against the crowd.

Of societal  nouns.

Of societal grounds.

Lowering standards of self doubts.

Again getting strong & loud.

Self Harmer temptedly aroused.

Into The Wild By Erin Hunter.


Mahadev 🙏 (S)

Written By P.S.
Theme – Depression.



Self Harm.

Eating Disorders. 

Mental Health.

(Trigger Warning)

1 – Riot.


Anxiety liar.

Insomnia fire.

Blade desire.

Urges higher.

Urges hired.

Blood drier.

Abnoxious surveilled diets.

Everything remains quiet.

Just tired

Just quiet.

2 – Cinematic gleam.

Collapsed heaps.

Bleeding gently.

Bleeding everyday, every week.

Dirty deeds.

Dripping on feet.

Guilt regimes.

Painful screams.

Extraordinary scene.

Of suppressing, relief lean.

Depression clean.

Everything’s red but, the world is again green.

Quietly bring a team.

Bring your needs.

And fall down on your knees.

Bangs on self esteem.

Madness speaks.

Damn! How weak?

How are you so weak??

3 – Riot.


Anxiety liar.

Insomnia fire.

Blade desire.

Urges higher.

Urges hired.

Blood drier.

Abnoxious surveilled diets.

Everything remains quiet.

Just tired.

Just quiet.
4 – Trigger table.

Damaged cable.

Vicious enable.

No! Good night, later.

“Haha”, laughs of evil favor.

Nasty galaxy crater.

Supreme fader.

Hate irritator.

Impulse surrender.

Action mender.

Pleasure seductor. 

Guilt rupture.

Possessive structures.
5 – Black and white.
Just fight.

This height.

Misfunctional device.

Vehicle seat belt tight.

On a driving night.

Switch on your headlights.

This is gonna be a nasty ride.

And you might,

You might not even cry.

After its done absolutely right.

Flying like a kite.

Black and white.

Don’t worry! Chew and bite.
6 – Riot.


Anxiety liar.

Insomnia fire.

Blade desire.

Urges higher.

Urges hired.

Blood drier.

Abnoxious surveilled diets.

Everything remains quiet.

Just tired.

Just quiet.


…Smother Another Failure! Lay this to rest. Console yourself, you’re better alone. Destroy yourself, see who gives a fuck! Absorb yourself, you’re better Alone. Destroy yourself!!! (Laid To Rest By Lamb Of God)

Written By P.S.

Theme – Madness.



Self Harm.


Low self esteem.
(Trigger Warning/Explicit)
1 – Failed! Failed! Failed!

To exactly communicate.

Emotional rape.

Nauseous hate.

Toxic trade.

Blasting rate.

Of mind pain.

Of mind shame.

Loops obtained.

Weakened to faint.

Tainted paint.
2 – What have you done?

Can’t you just self destruct?

“You empty mug”.

“You empty cup”.

“You’ll fail trust!”.

“You fail and rust!”.

Like a useless junk.

Like a rotting dump.

Fun becomes.

Terrifying bumps. 

Lane jump.

Accidental numb.
3 – Fear unknown.

Something not told.

Last remaining remote.

How to hope?

How much cold.

When your soul is sold.

To evil evokes.

Failing to erode.

Speeding on a holes filled road.

Thoughts hold.

To a blade provoke.

And emotions mould.
4 – Anxious nights.





How to describe?

Dimensional cries.

Help dies.

Guilt rise.

Sharp dice.

Pain alive.

A war void.

A war wide.

A shoot sight.

A lost fight.

Relieved mind.

Erasing time.


In A While.
5 – Failed! Failed! Failed!

To exactly communicate.

Emotional rape.

Nauseous hate.

Toxic trade.

Blasting rate.

Of mind pain.

Of mind shame.

Loops obtained.

Weakened to faint.

Tainted paint.

Red Coloured Paint (I.A.P.G. Impulse, Action, Pleasure, Guilt)

Impulse (Noun)

A strong and unreflective urge or desire to act.

Action (Noun)

The fact or process of doing something; typically to achieve an Aim.

Pleasure (Noun)

A feeling of happy satisfaction or  enjoyment.

Guilt (Noun)

The fact of having committed something wrong or have implied failure, offence or crime.

Credits: SATI_TheMystique.

Red Coloured Paint (I.A.P.G)
1 – Where will you go?

How will you cope?

When there’s just a fan and a sight of a rope.

And it turns to only one of your remaining last hope.

You start writing suicide notes.

In guilt, when the pain is more.

Earlier than before.
2 – What will you ask for?

Fucking end it all.

With a final call.

A call to make you shock.

A shock to make you knock.

A knock to make you empty like a rock.

An empty rock to make you small.

So small to make you end the pain cause.

A pain cause to build your walls.

With those walls, your mind mauls.

Bloody body is hauled.

Depression knot.

Anxiety clot.

Self harm mock.

Insomniac brawl.
3 – How will you stop?

How will you solve?

How ill, will you fall?

Ravaging dissolve.

Impulse – A Loop, a ball.

A vicious weavement of thoughts.

An Agent Of Chaos.

Action – An arousing pod.

Pleasure – A seductive boss.

Guilt – The splash of the sauce.

Drip – drip.

A releived grin.

Across my chin.

Just lose it.

And stains fill.

Blood on my nail prints.

This man who’s accusative.

Shine of the sedative, palliative.

Mind repetitive.

Screaming,”rule of 10 hits.

You fat bitch!!!

Why did you ingested?”.
Old nightmares haunts with a butcher’s knife.

A rope appearing nearer and nearer with that dreadful smile.

I might kill myself tonight.

Because nothings alright.

So I’ll become the sacrifice.


To vice.
4 – It’s no more a game.

When scars begin to fade.

The urges make you vulnerable in shame.

Night time makes,

To lose my shades.

A tool innate.

A tool intricate.

Chugging down liquor generates. 

Unlimited wage.

Of severe self hate.

Precision of my mistakes.

Played, replayed.

Mind Slaved.

Human brain.

Impulse – You can’t wait.

Action – Objection is sustained.

Pleasure – Draining the pain.

Guilt – And the devil rapes.

Time to time, again and again.

Until he mutilates. 

Until I suffocate.

5 – In depth.

My blade lies beside my bed.

A bleeding fest.

Cheek bones bruised red.

From rapid punching of myself.

Only exhaustion left.

Something begins to fade my present.

From the torment.

As many, and when I make more dents.

On my ugly flesh.

Borderline refreshed.

Necessary evil exponent.

Impulse – Self Harm Savage.

Mental Mallet.

Action – Depression Valid.

Tool – kit, Solid.

Pleasure – Annihilation Jotted.

Areas Spotted.

Guilt – Emotions Distraughted.

Visions Distorted.


Written By P.S

Pick Up A Blade

1 – Perforate.
Circumspection re-generates.

The one thing you can’t debate.

It dominates.

It’s how they parade.

And they won’t explain.

Until you pick up a blade.

Appears like a bouquet. 

A fragrance that promises to eliminate.

Whatever you pain.

Whatever chews your brain.

Eroding to complicate.

When you pick up a blade.
2 – Digestion frail.

Of better intake.

Everyday when you make.

A promise to yourself that you won’t break.

But till evening there’s just shame.

A provisional trace.

A guaranteed provoke leading to damage.

Whenever you pick up a blade.
3 – This Hate.

This Fate.

This Phase.

What I write is what I live with every single day.



Guilty Case.

When I will present, you won’t be able to tolerate.

This fuming internalised rage.

Toxically rapes.

Addictevly operates.  

Inside a Mind Cage.
4 – Preferring to turn to a waste.

Battling the race.

Figuratively a broken vase.

Burning concentrates.

Liquid shakes.

Blade pain.

Adrenaline craves.

Nasty marks that fades.

The Mind, The Emotion, The Surface.

Relaxed Base.

Fundamental temperament staring in my face.

Powerfully hallucinate.

Carelessly penetrate. 

Damaged, despised remains.

Anxious in my zone, in my space, in my place.

Whenever I pick up a blade.

Written By P.S

There is light even in the most darkest places.

(L To R) – Snehil, Pragya, Sanjoly.

Snehil, to be honest, I can’t even imagine my life without you. You are more than just a kind, loving, compassionate, saving human being. You stand above all of these qualities for me personally. You saw something inside me and never ever judged me for the inner turmoil I felt. If you would’ve not come in time to save me I would’ve ended it already. Yes it is absolutely true because I was in a very bad place at that moment in my life. I was not even sure if I would’ve made it or not. But all I knew was I was about to give up already. In fact I did.

In all honesty it was Sanjoly who started to notice things wrong with me. She immidietly reached to you and spun your attention towards me. So I’m a lot thankful to her as well. The day was enraged filled with bouts of psychotic madness which smashed me down to my knees. I reached a new number. A ‘number of sessions‘, I say, whilst Self harming. (8); every session, my nazi rules made me go deeper in to my flesh. This was that day. And night? Oh well I figured it was all in my mind. I had already planned to do whatever it took to kill myself. I had already begun waiting also, for everyone to fall asleep so I can silently do it.

But in the evening you called me up. You were worried, concerned and most of all what you managed to do was put a cancel button on that vicious plan of mine. When I had absolutely nothing to look forward to, you gave me a word, that you’re going to come visit me tomorrow, before even that dark night progressed further. I had to reconnect, I clearly needed it but I was too confused to ask for it. As I thought I’m being a burden, an attention seeker or too much demanding. These thoughts ceased me from even talking to anyone. But that word you gave me the night before made me survive that night somehow. My plan was quite drastically taken, I had hidden huge sharp razor blades and more than 3 fistful of pills so that I could overdose on it if nothing worked out for me. Yes, I, in all honesty, didn’t want to be saved and as a matter of fact, I seriously wanted my survival rate to be 0%, after I attempt. I didn’t want to make it, so I had to opt for multiple choices. Just like giving an exam of some sort.

So the next day you came in the morning itself, checked my cuts because you knew I had obviously cut more. But after that you made sure that I was never left alone. You watched over me, held my back in my most vulnerably lowest point of time in my life. Not even that, you took me to ROPIO – Reach out and pass it on foundation(NGO), so that I could engage with kids over there. See their innocence and find some innocence in me too. Also, you searched me and took away my blades. No one ever did that. Meeting the kids over there helped me a lot to cope with my passive intrusive, provoking, suicidal thoughts. After coming back from the (NGO), it was like a transformation for me, I threw away those big sharp razors and finally flushed the cocktail of pills down the toilet. I was becoming strong & hopeful just because of you.

The most stigmatised thing about mental health issues like depression & suicide, is that most will say they get it clearly or understand it. But most don’t. Most don’t even know the D of depression. The persistent downers you get, suffering from severe depression. It lingers around for weeks, sometimes months or sometimes even years; which remains and goes unnoticed to everyone. Until the sufferer has enough of it and progresses to suicide. Suicide is a built up of a lot of things, it is a powerful wave of severe despair. Depression and Anxiety are remaining strong for far too long. It’s simple, if you haven’t tried taking your own life or have battled chronic illness by yourself, all alone, you will never get it crystal clearly. Not even in a million years.

Yes I was one of them. It was nothing like I was Hannah Baker from 13 reasons why. Who ultimately played & took on the blame game as to support her suicide notes or reasons for ending her own life. I feel that it is just some other form of revenge. Which is totally absurd. This wasn’t some television/online series, this was my actual bitter, contaminated reality. Suicide is much more than everyone thinks or perceives it to be. It is too deep & intense. Ever tried writing a suicide note? Or even read one? Suicide is not selfish. Not at all. When that wave hits you, it makes you go totally blind. Moreover you don’t even care about how many people are there, care for you or love you. Mental illnesses don’t give a damn about anything. PERIOD!!! What you’ll see is that the sufferers talk some things commonly about in their suicide notes or those who battle suicidal thoughts regularly, that are :- 

1. Losing battles with his/her own personal demons. You lose control over regulating your own thoughts and when the vessel gets filled with such thoughts, you lose control over your own emotions & actions as well. 

2. Hopelessness and helplessness always breaking their will power Time & time again.

3. Feelings of shame & guilt to even talk about this to anyone.

4. The only way to end their pain because it was too much for them. It’s like your subconscious is aware and it’s desperately saying to you that, “please don’t do it”, but that subconscious is shut down by the screaming agony of your own mind that gives up on you and convinces you to take your own life.

5. Feeling absolutely worthless & guilty to even exist. Being a burden to everyone around you.

6. Feelings of extreme loneliness even when you have really close attachments.

7. Voices inside that are constantly shouting to take their own lives. Motivation, dreams, hopes, joys, memories are replaced by anger, fear, misery, pain & shame or even disgust sometimes.

8. Could not survive further. Battles that are turning them weaker every passing day. It feels like being stuck in swamps, no matter how hard you try and move on, nothing seems to convince you that you’re even worth living.

9. Breathing becomes heavy or suffocating. Nothing matters, not even you. It feels like the world would be a much better place without your existence.

10. Exhausted & tired every single time because you feel mentally drained, battling negative thoughts; miserable feeling of being dead inside or completely empty. A mind that tries to die with a body that tries to survive. 

Snehil, You took away my hopelessness and not only me, but my own Mother’s as well. My precious mother, it broke & shattered my heart to see her feel helpless just because of me. You spoke to her and to this date I still don’t know what exactly you talked to her about. But she felt quite relieved after you walked in and took charge of me. You were of more than just a help to us. This is the sole reason as to why my own parents speak so highly of you whenever your name is heard or mentioned anywhere.

You made me talk to, open up to your own Mother, when I couldn’t even open to or speak to my own Mother. In a manner, that she wanted me to. Most people who are deep inside the abyss of depression are quite hidden, isolative, secretive, shame filled and they always talk on top layers in conversations, never revealing anything, at any price; because deep down they’re afraid or even feel guilty for experiencing such baffling, intricate emotions incessantly. When you made me open up to your Mother, I was quite shocked and didn’t even knew as a friend that you had such a psych, a unique mindset that you posses.

(L – R) Snehil S. Bhadauria, Sunita Bhadauria MAA (Middle), ‘PATIENT’ Stan (P.S)

Through you only I met pulchritudionous souls, Sanjoly & Pragya. You practically introduced these guys to me. Because of you, I yet again reached out for getting professional help and resumed with my therapy which I left earlier. I can never be thankful enough to you. Because of you I’m here, still alive, breathing, a living proof of an inseparable bond that exceeds even the bestest or strongest of friendship or brotherhood or even any romantic/soul/heart connection, contemporarily. How can I repay you? In all reality, I never really can, I never could, there’s absolutely nothing that will do it. You are my HEART ❤, homie!, you pulled my soul and caressed my pain. You will always be my light in the most darkest places.



Happy Birthday Love.

‘PATIENT’ Stan (P.S)

Post Script :- .

Snehil, Pragya, Sanjoly (Nostalgic/Best Spot) (MCS)
PRAGYA (With Frequencies Of Mother Nature)

Thanks a lot again PRAGYA, for taking on the whole burden & pain to look at all of the surprises that I’ve lined it up for him personally.  You were of a lot of help. Not to forget that you’re not here but even after being super busy, you took some of your most valuable & precious time from your busy schedule. Your support, even you won’t remember this, when I struggled alot back then, your wise words & kind messages strengthened my core and made my gut feel so neutral. Similar to an excellent, effective ayurveda. A natural remedy. “One kind word can warm three winter months.” (Japanese Proverb) Down to Earth and humble as always dear.

SANJOLY (Post Exam Relief At It’s Best)

SANJOLY, believing in me always. Even when I thought not so highly of me. Always a positive motivator to push me forward at any costs. A mentor. Never doubting me or my efforts at recovering. Never rejecting me and always being helpful however possible. Not to forget even having sleeping issues you arranged a get together all by yourself. Really? For real you have such a soft, kind, gentle & of course understanding heart, girl! That was really awesome, a few moments with good company is all I was lacking. That made me feel so special and on top of the universe. You did it!!! Please never guilt yourself in not being such a good friend, you mean so much to me than you think you actually are. When someone asks me to define true beauty inside & out, I sincerely & proudly give them your example. I feel honored to have you as my friend.

MAA (That Warm Glow With The Best Smile)

SUNITA BHADAURIA (MAA), For making me open up to you. Talking to you was probably the highest point I felt in my so down life. You’ve raised a kid with some exceptionally empathetic human emotions which most people today lack. Providing me with your warmth & comfort. Treating me like your own kid and understanding me every single time. Welcoming me in your gentle heart filled with abundant love. I love you as my own Mother. One soul that saw my pain and applied lotion to reduce that burning sensation of hopelessness I felt.


SNEHIL, for always having my back. Watching me over and never leaving me alone in my most darkest time. You’re my strength in this cruel/violent world. You showed me the way, you clinged onto me even when I made mistakes and you finally became my light. You are indeed my light. You became one, when I saw no rays of hope. 

Thank you Guys (You’re all, always in my everyday positive thoughts. I miss you guys so so sooo much). I humbly request you all to never forget me from your busy lives. You all reside deep in my heart & mind; and are also sculpted into my soul with some really really sensitive, ecstatic memories. 

Thank You For Never Giving Up On Me.


‘PATIENT’ Stan (P.S)

Inexplicably Inevitable

1 – Seen you’ve survived.

So now let’s destroy your night.

Don’t be terrified.

I’m just here for a while.

But I’ll molest you deep from the inside.

Where you won’t be able to recognise.

That I…

Will rip you blind.

So you can carve fine.

Parallel lines.

Failed fight.

High like…

Never mind.

I’m fine.

2 – Sometimes a bubble wrap.

Is all you have.

When you’re getting smashed.

Just too FUCKING fat.

Get yourself trapped.

Kill yourself & never comeback.

Because you’re full of crap.

A monologue in total contact.

Tolerance bursts to act.
3 – Get away from me.

How can you love a freak?

Who is ought to destruct himself completely.

Isolation doesn’t feel lonely.

Sometimes it provides security.




When you succeed to hurt me.

Coping becomes nasty.

But I deserve it anyways, no need!

I’m dying already.

Get away from me.

Let me act in, toxically.

Sprinting those razors atrociously.

A wave of silence spreading softly.
Written By P.S. ‘PATIENT’ Stan.