Friends with Stress

Been trying all along,
Been suffering the suffer.
Seen ways on the run,
Seen high dreams buffer.

I can wait no longer,
that I feel much stronger,
I can ace this test,
without being any wronger.
but I hate to detest,
to work with much stress,
as stress it has given me,
the power to arrest.
A paradox, they suggest
which would be my biggest,
suffering and thus,
I love all this stress. 

To cope with my strengths,
to play with my fears,
I hope for the best,
without shedding tears.

Back then, I had felt,
Larger than life,
With much, I had dealt,
to sow this inner strife. 
But I won't let it pour,
and I won't let it rain,
on the work I adore,
on the skill that I gain.
Staying up all night,
Never slept too long,
for if days were a phrase,
then nights were a song. 

"you're all set to go, buddy",
Said stress, hoping to bid farewell without mess.
"time is the best teacher", they all said.
But even time is futile until mixed with stress.


 

What you know can kill you.

I'm broken, hurt, dead, splintered and I feel like crying.
I can't write poetry. But is there any harm in trying?

I've been working on some things and I've been giving my best.
But It's like a chain of broken rings with a key to no chest.

I'm upset. I'll forget. I'll detest. I'll suppress.
But I'm dead. I'll regret. Can't protest. It's just stress.

I'm possibly nowhere, and possibly nothing.
I'm probably over, and probably disgusting.

I can't seem to think, I can't even try.
As long as I blink, I can't even die.
It's true, though I
Don't think I would survive
In a world like this.
With demons alive.

No one's a demon. The demon's within.
Anonymous hate? Who are we kidding?
No screaming, no shouting.
No snapchat, no pouting.
Just stress and just pain.
My feelings, I'm doubting.

I know that I sound like Satan's sex slave.
If luck's not on my side, I cannot behave.

I know I'll be upset, though just for a while.
Can't help it. Can't tell shit. Clean me with phenyle.

Ignore this. It's not me. It's is just the broken, solitary, mask I'm wearing.
We all have this mask within, but only some of us know the weight of this bearing.

Bliss, kindness and love can fill you.
what you don't know, can also kill you.

Self-harm? No, it doesn't help.

We all go through phases in life where we feel disturbed, irritated, guilty and/or miserable. But many of us don't realize that pain isn't permanent. Suffrage goes away with time and all those who sacrifice themselves to pressure are misguided. So many of us go into depression because these things. We start harming ourselves and that's where we make it worse. If you want to get rid of miseries, why would you add up to them by committing self-harm? Just as the idiom says: "adding fuel to fire". Some of us consider it to be the easier way out. But let's re-think this. If you're being bullied or harassed by a certain person or a community and you go into depression and start cutting yourself, do you think it would make things better? One possibility is that people may sympathize for you and may stop bullying you. But does that make you a winner? Really? I think not. I think it would keep reminding you about how you took the easier way out , how it was an act of cowardice and how you would condemn yourself for being so weak. I'm sorry for the kinds of words I'm using but that's the exact feeling you would get. 
Now getting back to the point, self-harm is not the easier way out. When you're gone, you're just gone. There have been so many cases where people were bullied, so they committed suicide and after they're gone, people lament for them and feel sorry for whatever happened to them. But is that what you want? is that what anybody would want? That once they're gone people just mourn for them for a few days or so and then just continue with their lives as if nothing happened. Think about the ones who love you; especially, your parents. Think about the impact they would have on their life when you leave one day because you thought quitting was the easier way out. None of this would happen if you think positively. Positivism is what the world requires. If you're optimistic and you believe that you can tackle your difficulties, I'm sure you can overcome any obstacle no matter how subtle it may be all it requires is confidence, spirit and a little bit of luck. I hope from now on, you would think before you practice self-harm or if you cut yourself. After all, you're a human being, not a vegetable.