In the dark hours of the night,
When the world is in a deep slumber,
Have you ever found yourself breathless under weights inexplicable?
Have you ever had teardrops trickling for reasons unimaginable?
When rounds of smoke seem like an escape,
When voiceless screams take over your space,
When a new slit among those innumerable slits in your wrists finds a place,
When the trickling drops of blood give you solace,
What is it that you have embraced?
What do you name this state of dissociation?
Anxiety, hysteria or suffocation?
Is it you slowly staggering to a black hole
Under the weight of your expectations?