When you are soaked in thoughts of suicide
You can't feel the presence of your life
You can't see the love of life
You can't see anyone or hear what they are saying to you?
You become died.
You become a bird in a cage because you don't want to be separated from pain
Because it feels so good
When it hits the window, I would go crazy
When it pulls me I become lazy
My heart will be shattered
I was battered within me
Would they believe me if I told them I'm suffering?
I'm scared I'll be the laughter to fun
Till the sun glows
I will remain bleeding on the kitchen floor.
YOU ARE READING
WHO CURSED YOU IN SILENCE?
PoetryThis collection of poems it was written in different parts. The reason behind why I choose to write it in broken pieces, I am not a good storyteller I want the readers to feel dehydrated then to rehydrate, to feel goosebumps in brain and understand...
