My name is depression and in come in a variety, so
Sometimes I am overthinking and sometimes anxiety.
Sometimes in nightmares and sometimes in dreams
I make people shattered; I make the scream.
I make them stand on their knees to cry.
I make them feel as if it is best to die.
I make them think okay, let’s do suicide,
I come from the place where the hell does abide.
I rule the world and I rule with ease.
Some call me a threat and some call me disease,
Some call me a problem that Is subtle and mere,
But I am a thing so hard to bear.
So hard to bear to difficult to tackle,
I tie down people in handcuffs and shackles.
I am an issue that is difficult to deal
Mandatory to discuss and important to heal.
Important to be brought in the brought daylight,
So that people stop cursing themselves in the dark at midnight.
Of all the illnesses that can hunt the human mind,
I am the most problematic and one of a kind.
All other things to develop from me.
Inferior complexes and other things that you see.
And all the disorders do dwell and stem
From the depression, if you let them.
First comes the trauma and then comes the pain
And then the man sinks in disdain.
He loses self-worth and low self-esteem
It is more insidious than it does seem.
Doubts and misgiving about oneself
Start to gather on the top of the shelf.
It is the mother of loops and grandmother of stress
And all those who are suffering may the lord bless.
Man criticizes himself day in day out,
He does not sleep and only shout,
He yells at the world, trying to speak.
He gets overwhelmed easily, he reaches the peak.
A man with depression struggles to stand
He feels aloof in his own land.
Lend to him an ear and he will tell,
What it feels like to cast a magical spell.
And if I talk about the proportion of people dealing with this.
It’s one-fifth of the World and many I will miss.
But not everyone can afford a friendly therapist.
So, the names go on and on, on my list.
The wives that do work all day long,
Suffer from depressions when their men do not take them along.
They carry the burden and carry the child,
And freedom is not in their dreams wild.
And the Instagram girls and boys of tik-tok,
Think about completion round the clock.
Just materialistic beauty and superfluous desires,
Make them jump in depressing fires.
Scrolling the screens twenty-four into seven,
They think they got a sliver of heaven.
Not realizing that when they see one reel,
Takes them far away from what they feel.
And people sitting and crying in an air-conditioned room,
Are obsessed with thoughts and wait for doom.
They overwork all day to enjoy the weekend,
For their hard-earned money to spoil and spend.
People succumb to the norm and give in to a routine,
And forget to think what they could have been.
And people in slums wait for the money to come,
From the dawn of day to the setting of the Sun.
They worry and wait and weep and whine,
They still complain when they go to the shrine.
And people, in general, seem glad about outside,
But inside in the deepest of Chaos they reside.
All the outer world they try to avoid,
Not realizing they have in themselves avoid.
And all the sarcasm comes from within,
When they are filled with homelessness to the brim.
And people with depression often go off the tangent,
Diving deeper in remorse and they regret and repent.
They die every day because their minds wander a lot,
They linger in their life without giving life a shot.
And all they collect is the memories of the past,
Which bombard them every day, like a bolt and a blast.
And from reclusiveness to aloofness to conceding to the norms,
Depression is a multitasker; it takes all forms.
And to let someone speak about mental health is a cure,
When the inner world refuses to anymore endure.
Let people name three issues that they sweep under the rug,
Let the meditation heal whatever it’s their bug.
In this fast-paced world, let’s join our arms
To talk in real more and check out alarms.
Let people speak what bothers their heart,
It’s better to awake and best to be alert.
Let’s take a pledge to bridge all gaps,
The world needs more happy chaps.
Let’s kill what our mental peace,
So that we don’t have to pay boatloads of fees.
Let’s be a little woke this time this age,
Let’s write a story page by page.
Under the stars and under the blue,
Let’s save someone sitting next to you.