Incurable pain

She's tired of being asked if she's okay,

Searching for a soothing bed to lay,

Everytime she answers that she's fine,

Through her heart comes a remorseful whine.

Those dried eyes and deep scars

Have taken her to a world afar.

Trapped in the wildness of her brain

on and on goes the hysteric tear train.

No emotion other than doom,

Blood and untidiness fill her room
She walks through the spread crass

And every waved hand feels like a lash.

She sits in the corner, as quiet as a ghost

Drowning in her own world, quite engrossed.

She's being eaten up by her own conscience

Hurt by her true spirit's absence.

Silence isn't the best answer anymore

But she doesn't want to be stuck in another trapdoor.

Scared that speaking out may be near fatal,

She crushes those ideas like a petal.

Rolling one her sides all night long,

Thinking about the quotes, saying stay strong.

But those did not ever help, nor did the sympathies

No medicine could ever heal her mental disabilities.

Tears drop along without reasons

She suffers this throughout all seasons.

But no one around her thinks she could be

A lone-head, and stressed depressee.

Because she always laughs around,

 aren't audible her silent sounds.

She stays quiet, facing her own fears

And makes sure that no one hears.

But could this go on forever?

And she'd experience joy almost never

Would she speak out all her heart

And get rid of that lumpy part?

The one which sat right there in her throat,

Like the castle with jammed moats.

Would the trash spare her for once?

And take down from her head those guns?

Which shot her wings and pulled her right down

And left her caged in a doomed town.

Would her wings flap when she dares

To fly away from the horrid nightmares?

-Chinmayee Kulkarni