My Midnight Diary

Hulk

I'm just a sadder version of Hulk
Sad everytime;
Always ready to burst into fits of Cry.

I don't change into big-green monster
I go shrinking into a tinier ball;
Blue to grey to black or some shades darker.

I feel to mesh into the walls instead of smashing it.
Whenever the anxiety hits me,
Without any known cause of kicking in.

Issue is not the chemical reaction or any experimental mistake.
It's just my emotions scatter around my head;
I am unable to deny or justify it's presence.

Like Hulk, I feel heavy;
The jealousy and depression is growing densely
Everyone that's around me makes me pissed;
Because, I don't get to live my life as I want and it's no fun to stay at home
Breathing ― Sobbing ― Talking with yourself, All alone!

I wanna learn new things without any pressure of selling it.
My soul is rusting day by day
Nobody then think of saving it.

I'm not happy, I've told you so many times,
This isn't any silly trick to surcease my work;
Fucking believe me! I'm dreading my life.

(Sigh)
Nowadays I doubt myself
If I'll only stay blue and grey.
My head space is burning like hell.
Karma won't be enough to judge me till the end.

I'm just a sadder version of Hulk
Sad everytime;
Always ready to burst into wails of anger and again... I cry.

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