Melancholy

Melancholy (This Poem was written in Xth grade)

There’s no monster below your bed,

He’s waiting to attack your heart,

He’s living inside your head;

To break you apart.

Every thought becomes a battle,

Every breath’s a war,

All on the other end

And you ain’t winnin’ anymore.

You’ve got eyes of innocence,

Face of an angel,

A smile, that hides infinite pain;

And pearls that are invisible in rain.

How do you run away

From what’s inside your head?

They say you gotta stop overthinking,

For it’s making you mentally dead.

You want to talk and shout and yell aloud,

You are your own spine,

No matter how messed up it is,

You’ll just utter, “I’m fine.”

You’re unable to sleep at night,

Your body’s trying to fight,

With a mind that’s already dead,

Fallen apart, cryin’ on bed.