The Red Door
Can you save me?
From these fucked up
subliminal suicidal thoughts
which lurk inside my head.
Can you save me?
From the sleep paralysis
I suffer while I lay down still,
waiting for me to die in my bed.
Can you save me?
From my past,
which keeps coming back to me.
It comes back every night,
holds my hand, and
drags me towards that door.
That fucking door,
which looks blood soaked red.
ON my past and my losses,
my anxiety has fed.
I don’t remember how many times,
“I don’t wanna go in there,
please leave me alone”
I said.
But it never stops. It keeps dragging me
towards that door, that fucking door
which looks blood soaked red.
I don’t know what
lies ahead for me in life.
I don’t know if
I’m going to live my dreams,
Or I’m going to die,
giving up seeing all this strife.
I don’t know if I’ll ever fall in love again.
I don’t know if I’ll ever get to feel
how it feels to be loved again.
I don’t know if someone is
already trying to love me,
For I’m too busy isolating myself
and pushing people away.
I’m drowning in this
abyss of loneliness,
I want to be saved,
I want to save myself.
I don’t wanna die alone,
please pull me out of this hell.
Or I might, soon end up dead.
Can you save me?
From these fucked up
subliminal suicidal thoughts
which lurk inside my head.
-Abhishek Gupta