Eloquent Feelings

A titillating anxiety, A sweet pain, Few skipped heart beats, Fresh like first rain. Stealing glimpses, Following her; Exchange of glances, In the corridor. I grew old, Feel is still young. Such is the spell of, The first love.

An ocean of darkness, And, a mind that overthinks; Drowning in my own self, While nobody sees. Don't tell me it's in my mind; Show me how to deal. I know, soon, I will rise, But today, help me heal! Cuts and suicidal tendencies, Growing demons in me. So burdened by these, Only if death makes me free! A tinge of hope, a pinch of faith, Is all I'm surviving upon. Giving up, giving in, Fighting for better tomorrow.