My Stories

I merely use my phone to actually make calls. Or rather, I used to but not any more. I make an appointment for myself. Schedule the call I'm supposed to make. A few days or at least hours beforehand. Yet that doesn't seem enough. I take time, a lot. I postpone a few times. Prove that I'm a helluv a procrastinator. Finally, I start thinking. And then overthink, of course. I make the call in my mind. Make those awkward convos and silences. And end up messing it up. It makes it harder to actually dial. If in case I succeed in dialing, I also end up succeeding in messing it up. I know It's me who've been pushing people away. And this is exactly how I do it. I don't really get calls. And the ones I merely get are all missed. I just stare at them. I take time. And one full ring never seems enough. The ringtone makes me more nervous. I just slide it to silence. And now, the mere calls don't ring the second time. ...

I wish one bled or bruised when mentally not well. I wish one could see who needs help. No bruises, no bleeding Pretty, ugly, pale, or red Their skin won't tell. You can't point them out From the expressions they wear. No one sees the burden they've been carrying. When it's too late, them long gone, Only then, one might find it heavy. Only then, one asks why. Watch out for the slightest of the hints Listen to what they gotta say Keep listening, be their shoulder Make it about them, dare not about you Understand or at least try, believe Prove you're worth trusting Be kind, don't compare Don't you play the victim instead. Know the words that worsen. "We all have problems." "Same thing happened to me." "Don't overthink." "Why seek so much attention?" "Cheer up, c'mon smile, leave it" "Why are you like this?" No one can actually be in so...

You see me every time. You've seen, How I get affected, my tone changes, mood frowns Even when it's for smallest of the things. You've beheld my tears, or smiles Even when it comes to smallest of the things. You've seen me Thinking too much Even about smallest of the things. You've seen me Thinking and thinking and thinking Over and over and over, again. Even when I know it only worsens You've seen me do it, all over again and again. You've seen me every time And yet failed to actually see through. You've seen me And yet keep asking "Why do you do it?". You've seen me And yet can't stop simply suggesting "Don't do it". You've seen me And yet keep telling "Stay away from those thoughts" You've seen me And yet couldn't realize those suggestions hurt. You've seen over and over again And yet can't seem to care what actually helps. You've...