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Feb 2014
Isolated I stand in our bizarre world
A dream I attempt to accomplish
This dream I try so hard for
Is something you'd call a death wish

I care to survive no more
I seek peace for my mind
I am being led by my peers
I am being led by the blind

Belong no where do I
Nor anything to call my own
Stripped of the ability to love
Impassive and detached I've grown

Cold hearted is my speech
Hostile are my gestures
This blend of psychotic acts
Is my favorite personality mixture

I display symptoms of insanity
Curbing the lunatic in my head
To silence this man forever
I am lying in my death bed

I've consumed my anxiety medication
Now drowning in my subconscious thoughts
Even that don't help me anymore
In its tedious cycle I'm caught

You'd think I am crazy
But all the best people are
With this last happy thought
I'll embrace my last hour

Death is my new dream
My only way out of grief
With this poem I'll bid this world goodbye
As with death I'll receive relief
Mental State ;/
Mishika Nambiar
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Mishika Nambiar  Mumbai
(Mumbai)   
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