From A Victim Of Depression To Society. Poem by Tahoor Adhami

I wish you could see the turmoil that is the scene.

Days spent behind blinds for fear of being so close to beasts.

Lonely nights come to bite my being;
welcoming desperation for the same beasts.

Closure with expression so haunting
that venting sorrows prostrate before a judgemental society.

That moaning in pain for days
for a second worth of degradation.

Those scars and memoirs of feelings
sometimes on arms and always with the soul.

I wish you could feel what I feel
And then, maybe,
you would be compassionate enough to understand.