I ain't staying in a place.
This reality, I won't embrace.
It's a thought I wanna displace,
a memory I wanna erase.
“Face it and it'll fade”,
that's what they say.
Little do they know,
that on me, it has weighed.
It's everyday I hustle,
to keep me from internal tussle.
Sometimes I can't move a muscle
the other days, I can't control the bustle
Venting? Well, I have tried it.
Would be elated if it worked a bit,
Nothing deems fit;
I still feel like shit.
The devil's kiss awaits,
the moment I surrender.
The mind baits
it’s acceptance, it wants to engender.
Fed up of it all,
I turn to a psychedelic.
Take a hit,
and the world feels angelic.
I don't have to think no more
but the trip is fading.
Let's score more
so that it's still serenading.
I find peace in music,
I find it amusing.
At least it covers those voices
which scream 'CRISIS!'
A book becomes my best friend;
Sometimes I don't want it to end.
More than reality, it's fiction where I bend
in retrospect, it's more of a trend.
I'd binge Netflix all night
and sleep through the day,
won't sit peacefully and upright
fearing what my mind would say.
I turn to a page, a blank one;
It's strange, it's no more fun,
it's a gun to my head that I need.
I want someone to do the deed
end this misery, cover me in a crepe
and finally let me escape.
Author: Siddhansh Agarwal
Editor: Aastha Mahajan