We Don’t Talk About It

By Anubhuti

“My stomach aches bad” I cried

Have the medicines and you will be fine

it’s an excuse, I just cant get out of bed, I tried

But i knew what they’ll say “oh just rise and shine”

Came back from a friend’s party all flushed

My social energy used to be higher I know,

Tried telling my friends the observation but they shushed

I agreed hoping, this feeling won’t grow

We were all in a camp, dancing and stargazing

When I couldn’t stop and burst into tears ,

“Oh its okay, its okay to face what you’re facing”

But never have I ever felt so sad, full of fears

Its been a week and now my soul seems to break

No will to get out of bed, the sorrow ain’t getting less,

Tried going on a walk but the sunlight was too much to take

But seems alright, no ‘real’ pain to talk about i guess

My friend asked me to go see a doctor that day,

But what do i say!

No stomach ache, no joints thrashed

No breathing issues or bleeding wound,

Oh ! but what about the heart that aches

The soul that’s bleeding

The mind that’s suffocated

About that,

“I am sorry,we don’t talk about it”

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