I'll keep rhyming
Emotions are suffocating me
I feel like heaving.
How do I unlearn communication?
Please! talk to me.
No, this isn't a poem
nor is this poetry.
Mental health really matters
So I keep taking these poetic medicines.
People are wonderful
but unfortunately, we don't sync.
Should I live with memories;
Or shall I just exist?
Crispy blue sky-
has always been my
favourite view every day.
It makes every colour so vibrant
that my mind which always wants to open up,
Cheerfully says- I have found the Way!
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