Sometimes I feel imperfect
Sometimes I become frail
Sometimes I see tears
When speaking about my grief
Sometimes I wish the wind to blow me away like a leaf
I don’t know if it’s delusion but sometimes I see myself in a pool of blood
Sometimes I cry hoping
I’ll be alright
Sometimes I try on coping with the situation I’m in
Sometimes I lie, don’t come close to me
Sometimes I die when I’m drowning in pain
I’m sorry I have suicide thought right now
I hope I make it through the night
I’m so sorry I have suicide thought
When I’m lonely I pour tears
Please forgive me when I become silence
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...
