The sky looks dark and everything grim,
The world around me is bursting at the seam,
Wherever I go I put on my game face,
I try to hide my shame with grace.

I walk alone in a crowd
I can’t hear those voices loud,
I feel that everyone hates me,
The black cloud in me, can’t they see?

This world is obsessed with its own problems,
They can’t see this huge emblem,
That I carry all the time
Talking about it is a crime.

You can visit any doctor for any ailment,
Surgical stories are shared for amusement,
My illness I cannot share
Or I become a pitied object rare.

This trauma is too much to bear,
Just being alive is not fair,
Let me end this life divine,
Only then will I feel the sunshine.

Now I feel released at last,
No burdens I bear of past.
Floating outside my earthly body,
I see people crying “my dear buddy”.

They all are saying why did I do this,
My life was perfect nothing amiss,
People who did not contact me for many seasons
Want to know what was the reason

Many said why didn’t I reach out to them,
They could have averted this mayhem,
Why my mental health was kept under suppression?
I was probably down with depression.

I ask you all today, why do you question me?
I had no help isn’t that simple to see.
This stigma of mental illness is too huge to accept
For my poor soul which already had wept

Countless tears in my time alone,
I have let out many a moan,
Why can’t you just embrace the fact,
Mental illness is not an act,

It’s not a thing of ridicule or joke,
It is real and volatile, it makes me choke,
Please acknowledge that our body is combined
Both of our physique and our mind.

From childhood we are taught to love the physique,
We are so busy caring for it and giving it a tweak,
The mind is treated like a stepchild,
It’s ignored and allowed to grow wild.

If only we were trained to handle emotion
We will start treating it with respect and devotion,
And then society will start accepting our situation,
Hopefully, this will obstruct the dark clouds creation.