But who will listen to my story?
Who will believe my words?
Who will gossip about this story?
Who will share the contents of this story?
Who will learn a moral lesson from this story?
Well I decided to walk away from trouble,
because it's hard to confront it,
whenever I clench my fist,
I remain worried,
Will I manage this fight?
Well depression is a strong man,
Well built, with muscles so strong,
And I'm just a feeble being,
The only weapon I can use...
Alcohol, spirits, maybe wine,
all these just to be fine,
and conquer my opponent.
And even as I walk away,
Depression is my shadow,
the faster I walk,
the faster it follows,
so we're at par,
I will take cover in a shade,
A shade of liquor,
So that this shadow won't catch up,
But I have to walk again,
Because I can't sleep,
I have to walk because I tend not to find solace in crowded places and joints,
Can I say am an introvert?
Or a lone traveler,
Heading to an unknown destination?
and if depression is a demon,
Then all I need is a prayer,
And still if depression is a fighter
I need a better fighter, or rather better fighters,
Manny Pacquiao, Mike Tyson, Bruce Lee, Muhammad Ali,
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