I CAN'T... I WON'T... I CAN…
~Confessions of a DIABETIC~
The day I got to know
That you don’t exist in me
From that day onwards
You will be injected thrice a day in me
*
I did not feel bad
In fact I was electrified
I could now show off your absence
And get people to sympathize
*
It felt like oh I’m on those drugs
That too without any grudge
But one thing I hated… the most of all
No more could I eat the stuff I so much longed for…
*
Cigarettes and black coffee
Became my constant addiction
The things I was not to touch
Became my obsession
*
Next, I stopped exercising
And then hugged the stress
Depression was exciting me
as a Nervous breakdown simply stretched
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My mind went wary, making decisions in a haste
Upsetting my close relations, letting them go far away
And then I blamed you for everything
As I envisaged every past move of mine
…I now want to get hold on to what is left in ‘Me’
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