all the dayI gather my broken pieceswith my handssettle them downwash them offand striveI shine like sun. all the nightI break myselfinto dejected pieces again3 am. is a fightit ruins allI talk to my ghost. -SHREYA
Tag: depression
The Last Poetry I ever Write for You
The very last poetry I ever write For you. Would speak of the rainbows we chased together And the rains we washed our sorrows The nights We shed tears together And the morning We lay awake sun gazing And the nights moon gazing And again the mornings Efflorescing love Would speak of the evenings We… Continue reading The Last Poetry I ever Write for You
But Who Would Love A Depressed Girl?
Ignoring all the faults, All the problems. Forgetting all the happenstances, All the bad phases. I would just ask, Who would love a depressed girl?