Is it my fault?
There’s no way out, they said.
There’s no going back, they said.
Is it my turn?
Words are jab to my throat.
Weary of the endless, my legs scream.
Is it my fear?
Killing feels good once in a while.
Darkness creep back into my mind.
Is it my nightmare?
Falling into the pit seems familiar.
Standing naked feels unexceptional.
Is it a reflection of myself?
Chattering teeth fall off ruthlessly.
I melt in the thousand mirrors.
Is it my secret?
Killing myself is no more fun.
I shout at the blank faces from afar.
Is it my life?
Sins of mind, dreams are built.
Secret beneath the shine is spilled.
Is it time to wake?
I will again come to the beginning.
Shadows are not worth staying in.
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Prarthana Guha
PhD Scholar by day and writer by night.
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Amazing! Such great depth. Loved it!