The Bird In A Cage

A poem on depression and loved ones not understanding the emotions of one. 
By Muskan Narang ( Sakshi – pen name)

I live in a cage ; all alone

Let my wings breathe

You see my tears as tears of joy

You feed me, so grateful I am, but do you even ask what I am hungry for?

Your love is like the branch of a tree, but inside, you are hollow.

You play with me like a kid’s toy and talk to me as I am listening.

But the truth is, my story seems sadder as,

I live in a cage ; all alone

Let my wings breathe.

I live in a cage ; all alone

Let my wings breathe

Here the walls thicken with every breath and I wonder when I won’t be able to breathe anymore.

Here darkness and sadness swallow me and sickness does no harm, because I already have a hole in my heart.

I smile to show you, while inside everything hurts.

You see me, you judge me, I am happy. But am I ?

I live in a cage; all  alone

Let my wings breathe

I live in a cage ; all alone .

Let my wings breathe.

It is pitch black here.

I shout but no one listens and who cares?

I drink my tears as you tell me to live with it.

Don’t you see I’m drowning and I am already neck deep.

I stay in silence, all alone because your words and you mean nothing to me.

My feelings, I can’t get out, doesn’t mean I don’t have any.

You tell me I did this to myself, Are you human or just a piece of meat?

Let the bird come out once again or you will never hear her sing.

Let the bird come out once again, as she is in a cage; all alone. Let her wings breathe.

I live in a cage; all alone

Let my wings breathe.

You paint my cage every now and then and put in gold accessories. But you don’t touch me, kiss me and tell  me you love me.

This is just a phase, they say

But Alas! I have been thinking this since I entered this grave.

Now the only hour I will see the sun is when I die and the cage is ready for another one.....

I live in a cage; all alone

 Let my wings breathe.

Peace,

Muskan💗💗💗