myrandompoems

He opened his laptop

For the last time

His phone went ping and his laptop looked like a collage of notifications

He scrolled through them and a teat fell on the mousepad

He wasnt really angry or sad, just ...fed up.

He tried to type a reply, but his hands couldn't move,

It was like he was free falling but without a parachute.

He turned of his laptop, and shut it down

Now in his room there was not a sound

He took a pen and wrote things, you could never imagine

He wrote down good things and even the sins

He could still hear his parents banging on the door

But this time, when they came in, they found him on the floor

The pressure was too much

And social media sucked

His parents screamed and cried and shouted

But as this was India, outsiders just pouted

They didn't care about what had just happened

They went on with their work like nothing had happened

His parents and friends although, were not the same

After that day, the day that made their hearts pain

They opened his laptop

For the last time

His phone went ping and his laptop looked like a collage of notifications

They scrolled through them and tears fell on the mouse-pad

They weren't really angry or sad, just ...fed up.

They tried to type a reply, but their hands couldn't move,

It was like they were free falling but without a parachute.

Now all they could do was stand irresolute