It’s sad that when
they talk about the end
The full stop becomes
the confirmation while
ellipses fail to indicate
Enough.

They don’t take the existence
in consideration
the very staleness of the being
rotten by melancholy
and ever-consuming pessimism
Life is never a question for them
Just the beginning and the end of it.

Why should a physical sign exist?
A mark, a line or a complete elimination, they need proof.

But they won’t accept a living corpse
Unfortunately, we try to find
the depth of pain while living
on the surface and we fail
miserably, again and again.

– A.

As this year comes to an end, I am trying to think about the things I learned in 2019. This poem is my reflection on the discourse of mental health. While trying to follow everyone’s argument and tips, I realized that the cause of mental health illnesses is as much social and structural as personal. So, when we try to motivate the other person to believe in themselves, patting them on back for living through another day, we also need to help everyone understand how the society as a whole is responsible. The discussion needs to be social, political, and economical because it’s not just the death that we are dealing with but also the quality of life.