Chalk is the symbol of life
which says our body is
just a dust at the end.
I am remembering my
school days with my friend.
The chalk in our hand
to act like a teacher in the front
of my class - Finally to the
principal's room we were sent.
The time I spent
with the chalk piece is an imprint
in my special moments of my life.
Life is like a chalk piece
The mistakes are the dust
To be dusted and the dust
Can also be transformed
Into  a new chalk with a
Lesson from the old.

I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.

Like an old friend inviting you to come inside.
Familiar. Comforting.
It will grasp you in its arms and hold you close;
And when you're ready to leave, it wont let you go.
You will beg and plead to be happy,
and it will put up a fight.
It will make you think that the only way to escape it is to take your own life.
If you are lucky, you can break free;
and it will sit and watch you from afar.
Calling your name.
Welcoming you back into it's arms.
It will intrude your thoughts.
Make you think you are worthless.
That you're better off dead.
Just keep telling yourself that it's all in your head.
Keep moving. You will get far.
Depression is not who you are.