He was clinching his teeth’s…
His nails were slowly digging themselves in his skin…
The physical pain was a pleasure for his mind gave it a hard jolt.
He couldn’t think nor stop..
It was all non voluntarily…
Days passed by and slowly his complete body had a passerby, his instincts to hurt himself.
When he was buried, there was a frown.
The mental fury must had passed again when he took his last breath.
Break someone’s leg, and another’s soul
Differences would hence be known.
Support the mentally challenged,
Physical has its cures and managed.