Depression:- The ailing state which is led by a chronicle of unwanted and unwell events when you start to feel excessive, eternal,vicious isolation from the people and yourself too over a seemingly timeless span. You feel like Sun will never rise,moon won't shine and clouds won't cry again neither in adulation nor in cast down and even if they do I don't give a f**k about them.You find anything and everything static,monotonous, hinged while drawing an analogy with yourself. Although you ask for some time to act so that you wouldn't react or overreact in the hazy attire wrapped around your soul culminating you on a bamboozled contradiction.
Eventually, a feeling comes as though you're a terrorist who crushed hundred of innocent smiles in a very coveted church on a sacred evening then you feel victimised,offended,brutal tormentor trio altogether who was made to put on the mask of Jannat,Shahadat,Zihaad.
You may also feel like a warrior of light who fought for goodness and saw a lot of deaths,blood,crying skeletons in front of his bare scarified eyes which never blink and his sleeps are also in great dread of the fiendish dreams of bloody war arena.
Eventually, a feeling comes as though you're a terrorist who crushed hundred of innocent smiles in a very coveted church on a sacred evening then you feel victimised,offended,brutal tormentor trio altogether who was made to put on the mask of Jannat,Shahadat,Zihaad.
You may also feel like a warrior of light who fought for goodness and saw a lot of deaths,blood,crying skeletons in front of his bare scarified eyes which never blink and his sleeps are also in great dread of the fiendish dreams of bloody war arena.
Despite all the flaws at the time,I think that there is always a small window of hope,if not a window then the splits,splits of hope in a dark frightening cell of uncertainty.
READ ITS SECOND SEGMENT UNDER THE TITLE 'Hope:- A Redemption In Functioning'.
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