Melancholy

Her mind is trapped,
In a cage she can’t save herself.
Her hands unable to stretch out,
To relieve the strain in her palm.
These walls are drawing closer,
Every ticking of the clock,is a dreadful moment.
The strain in her nerves is beyond measure.

Tried to play Elude game,
To navigate these emotional drains.
Looking for passionate and fulfilment,
But all in vain.

Sort tricking her mind,
Playing mind game to her brain.
She thought ,playing Sparx will help,
Entering the fantasy world,in hope,
To complete and connect certain puzzles of her life.
Step by step,targets to help herself outside this cage.

At times, it felt like playing Aether,
Clothing the role of a child,
sitting on the back of a cute monster.
Exploring new planets and worlds,
coming across other monsters,
With goal of helping them in their problems.
A savior in a fanatical world,but enslaved,
Caged in her cage.

The reality of pain and depression,
Has pinned her soul in the abyss,
The nightsbecame long as she lay awake,
Anxiety Choking like a poisonous snake.
Self hatred grown like some malady,
In the outskirts of sheol lays her body.

Her mind is a cage,
A cage she can’t save herself.
Empathy or sympathy isn’t enough,
Her conscience is her enemy.
She has lost touch with the outside world,
Now she is looking in the eyes of death,
With deception in her heart.
Death to her,became a savior to her pain.

With pills in her hand,
Where her last hope lwas laid.
Their thrust from her palm,to her throat,
Few months down the line,
She became a memory in our hearts,
Her face became a potrait on our walls.

In a cage far way,
Her once brown body,6 feet in,
a cage she can’t save herself.