My Battle with Depression.

Amateur, Carefree, and Beautiful,
This life of mine had all the colors.
Bubbly, Joyful and Musical,
This couldn't possibly have gone better.

The first heartbreak came in,
This was rather hard to deal with.

I went to her Facebook profile,
Stalking her like a jerk.
With all my friends advising against it,
Boy, Was I a piece of work.

She ripped my heart right off,
rather painful it was.
But now that I think of it,
It was all for a good cause.

For a kick in the butt was called for
to get my life going
I didn't realise it back then
But it did get the juices flowing.

Now came another class,
my heart still was beating fast,
But little did I know I found my passion,
At least I thought it was, According to the definition.

My grades soared high,
and I began to fly.
I got cocky, as the time went by.
Success got to my head, and I went to Kota.
Makes me wanna puke, but I don't have a Lota.

There I realised how less of a fuck world gave,
For you to exist or not to exist, they'd surely never cave.
My acquaintances became enemies, and I had no friends,
My loneliness began to thrive, as I started making amends.


I stayed back home, pretending to be normal.
Social Anxiety kicked in, and I turned to George Orwell.
There I learned how imperfect the world is,
And how little do we matter,
No more did I expect things to be handed over on a silver platter.


But Oh dear darling of a life, I've faced my fear.
And I sure as hell do know, that my end is very near.