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Oct 2018
The fight is real,
fight to take control over you.
You, my friend
you have grown
you have grown to a higher level
and, in this level u possess a greater strength
now you have started to destroy me.

You were someone
who freed me from my regrets,
freed me from my anger,
freed me from my loneliness.
You were someone
who soothed me and I let you stay.
You made me feel that it’s ok to look back
and let me swim in you.
But now you have grown stronger,
you are pulling me down,
you have chained me,
you are clawing me deep,
deep into my soul.
I’m  drowning,
I feel suffocated when you **** that happiness that tries to pull me up.
Its hurts, my mind hurts
and now it has become physical...isn’t it?
I’m tired and I’m weak now,
at times I feel pain in every inch of my body
because of all those panic attacks you have created in me.

I don’t want you anymore.
What I want is a life,
I want to live, feel alive.
But you are trying to take it away,
you are trying to seek peace.
That peace a dead body possess.

This fight is real and it is mine to succeed
Because I started it
and I’m going to put an end to it,
an end to this toxic relationship.
You, Depression
You are no longer that friend of mine.
Written by
Gopika Krishna  26/F/Cochin
(26/F/Cochin)   
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