Used to feel this way when I was in my teenage years. Struggled out of it thanks from the support and understanding from friends and family. Things changed a lot after this..
I stay in my room
to avoid the devil’s whisper.
Because when I’m out it never bloom.
Instead it is always a disaster.
I get criticised, blame, and accused most of the time.
They’d always say that I did a crime.
For this the devil would whisper,
that this life don’t matter.
That I should end my life to be free.
I know & I know so well that this is a big fat lie.
If commit this dreadful sin,
I would be in pain for eternity.
And so I rush back into my room
to avoid the devil’s whisper.
When I’m out, I get stabbed on my back
a million times.
Yet nobody could hear my cries.
Again, I go back inside my room to weep &
avoid the devil’s whisper.
At times the devil’s whisper is quite strong,
Yet I fight it by reading the sacred scriptures..
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