By Ajay M
The demons in my head did it. They broke me into pieces such that I couldn’t even pick myself up. The home inside my heart was burnt down, broken or pulled apart to build their own homes. After the flames came down, I tried to search for people who could help me fix my home. But there was no hope, the more I searched, the more I fell apart.
Then I made my mind to be a stray, with no home, no hope just the ashes of mine. I was fed up of everything me.
The very opening of my eyes had me feel scared. Then I started to live inside my own world of make believe, I saw the world through black and white. I felt so unipolar.
I also started to cross out the ones who heard my cries and watched me cry.
I was stuck inside own body. It was complete chaos whenever I used to think about anyone.
I was trying to cope up with my life just crumbling around me in a battle of destruction. Then I feel like I don’t know happening around me. I just watch it and try to paint it as a beauty. But I ended up breaking down. I was running out of room to breathe, but I kept on pushing.
My medications was making me just slob all over the place and eventually they almost kicked me out also causing me to trip on daydreams.
It was like, I’m just sitting in an asylum rotting around and on my bed and counting sheep.
I was just struggling inside me!
By Ajay M
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