“My stomach aches bad” I cried
Have the medicines and you will be fine
it’s an excuse, I just cant get out of bed, I tried
But i knew what they’ll say “oh just rise and shine”
Came back from a friend’s party all flushed
My social energy used to be higher I know,
Tried telling my friends the observation but they shushed
I agreed hoping, this feeling won’t grow
We were all in a camp, dancing and stargazing
When I couldn’t stop and burst into tears ,
“Oh its okay, its okay to face what you’re facing”
But never have I ever felt so sad, full of fears
Its been a week and now my soul seems to break
No will to get out of bed, the sorrow ain’t getting less,
Tried going on a walk but the sunlight was too much to take
But seems alright, no ‘real’ pain to talk about i guess
My friend asked me to go see a doctor that day,
But what do i say!
No stomach ache, no joints thrashed
No breathing issues or bleeding wound,
Oh ! but what about the heart that aches
The soul that’s bleeding
The mind that’s suffocated
About that,
“I am sorry,we don’t talk about it”
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