“Sometimes We Need Someone To Simply Be There, Not To Fix Anything Or Do Anything In Particular. But

I'm exhausted from listening to music,

Making an effort feels impossible,

Waiting seems endless,

Even the things I love feel burdensome.

Nothing I do helps me feel better.

Getting up from my bed is a struggle,

Relieving the pain feels like an uphill battle,

Accepting the pain is overwhelming.

I find it hard to validate myself,

And to give my heart the love it deserves.

What's the point of living if you can't be there for yourself?

Why did I give myself to someone without any guarantee?

I hate to acknowledge its return,

And this time its aim is ambiguous,

Which makes it all the more disturbing.

It breaks my heart,

I feel like a soul trapped in my body,

Trying to break free from these unwanted thoughts.

I feel imprisoned in my own mind and body,

My soul shackled by my physical form.

Every racing heartbeat feels like a cry for help,

As if it’s banging on a door, begging to be freed.

My mind acts like a silent watcher,

Its evil laughter echoing,

Seeming more wicked than ever.

I know this isn't me,

Because if it were, I would open the door,

And let my inner self find happiness.

I feel helpless,

Falling back into the dungeon.

And I don’t know if I'll be saved again by someone,

Or if I’m just waiting to drown and crawl back to my space.

I don't want to drown,

I'm scared like a baby.

I can hear people calling my name,

I can hear her calling.

It feels good to be called by name:

"Arundhathi... Arundhathi..."

It's my friend calling,

Pooja is calling me,

And I’m twitching suddenly.

Help, please, please ask for help.

Am I being overdramatic, or am I just a little stressed?

I don't know what can help me feel better.

Exercise, a walk, or a long talk with my friend, or making new connections?

What can I try?

Is this a poem? No.

Writing poems relieves stress,

Makes me feel like I'm good enough.

Honestly, I don't doubt my abilities anymore.

I know I'm good enough.

And poetry ensures that feeling always stays.

But this isn't a poem; it's a stream of consciousness written in verses.

I love you , i like your aura , I love the way you smile , I love the way you wear yourself. Everything about you is so mesmerizing that i wanna feel you every second of my day ...❤️

Two Ways to Unbottle Emotions

1 .Talk to Someone

Issue: When you talk, you're often asked, "What happened? Why are you sad? What's the reason?" But do you have exact answers for all of these questions? Most of the time, no.

2. Cry It Out

Issue: Crying too much leaves you feeling exhausted—so much so that it weakens your body, making it difficult to even move.

And what does this lead to?

"Bottling up the emotions."

And what does bottling up emotions result in?

"Mental exhaustion."

With no solution, this condition spirals into:

"Impending doom."

And the deadly fallback solution?

"The end of everything "

I need time

Don't be restless, First understand the situation, Then Comment.

"Think before you act"

(applies for everyone)

I'm so happy tht I'm not crying now

Guessing the tablets indeed worked

Only time when ppl can get to know what someone is going through is only when they end it forever

So ig they're never gonna know

Chennai was the " best" place with my " best" friends around

I am longing for a tight hug, to heal the pain in my heart.

I would rather die than live with anxiety