When you see around,
In this lost and broken world,
Amongst the filth and wreckage,
Some people manage,
To be full of life-
Energy and beauty.
The sparkle in the eyes,
The rhythm in their voice,
The flush in their skin,
It’s all a keen.
Quite a talent, perhaps.

But most of us are-
Suicide in a bottle.
With sad souls,
Crushed hearts,
Traumatized memories.
The bottle be our covers,
Cover for death within us.
All the negatives within,
Never to be seen,
Or broken.
Just to confine them,
Into our deepest closets.
We only see them,
Not others.
Only hear them stomping on our hearts.
Crushing them more,
Traumatizing us further.
Weighing us down ever!

Those of you who are not among 'some'of the people, you're not alone. Life is not always shiny. Admitting is not weakness. It is actually relieving. Try it. You're not the only broken soul!!