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Apr 2018
Through the grim night, I wait for the clutches of sleep to hold me
To pull me out of this grim existence and cease my waking misery.
What is Oh mind what troubles you so?
Is it love or life, hope or strife?
Is it the burden of another's expectation weighing you down?
Or Is it the fear of underperformance's inescapable trance?
Why does it feel like happiness will never again stand a chance?.
When will this tempest within me cease?
Oh, Where will I find peace!
Approval I seek in the ones I love
But whatever I do is never good enough.
It's like a neverending tightrope I am forever destined to walk
The tiniest slip and my world will fall apart.
I try to be dutiful I try to stay on track
But under this yoke of pressure I fear I will crack
Every night I cry myself to sleep betrayed by my own strength
I am not you Dad! I am not as strong.
It is hard to explain the difficulties of the path I have chosen to tread on.
For only I know how I have been trampled upon.
It feels like I am standing alone.
No one to hear me scream or ease my acheful mourn.
Sometimes I feel I should leave it all,
Throw in the towel and let everything fall.
But "No, I Won't !" " No, I Can't !"
For hope is all I have,
You say give it up " No I Shan't !"
Sometimes all feels lost and you feel like ending it for good. In times like this, you must remember that with you all hope ends. If you are alive you can fight another day. A lost battle does not mean that the war is lost
Written by
Natasha Martis  23/F/Mumbai
(23/F/Mumbai)   
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   Deovrat Sharma
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