In a time when so many people are silently breaking under pressure, this poem is my small message of hope.
Life can feel blurry, painful, and unbearable for a moment, but one painful moment should not become the final decision.
Pause.
Breathe.
Speak.
Ask for help.You are not finished.
You are still becoming.
Life seems like a disturbance,
An unstable mind questioning the very existence.
Happiness on others’ faces seems scary,
Nothing is mine, not even my life that’s temporary.
Sleepless nights making my burning eyes red,
What I am going through can’t be expressed.
People claim I need medical assistance,
But this blame has an unknown existence.
Everything around is like a buzz without any hope,
Maybe I found a solution to end life, tying a rope.
The only thing left in which I find scope,
All turned foe, no one ready to cope.
Everything around seems blurry,
But why am I in so much hurry?
With one more painful blink,
I questioned myself and took time to think.
Someday everybody has to die,
But why am I choosing an end over a small cry?
What have I done yet in life?
I didn’t even begin to strive.
Asked myself to get up and take a chance,
See again through a visionary glance.
I am not made for easy things like suicide,
As now again I feel and believe in what’s hidden inside.
So what if in the crowd I am alone?
One day they will be proud of my throne.
- Dr Haroon Rashid
