I feel suicide is watching me
I feel depression is touching me
I feel like I'm clutching every time it appears.
I'm scared I hope it doesn't fade in like an evening shadow
I vowed to never drop a tear, I'll keep acting like everything is okay, but I see fear in my eyes.
No one can hear me scream
It cuts like a knife of death
It's a strife when I breathe
Blood stain on my fingers while I'm watching my innocent blood flowing like a day of vengeance.
It cuts like a knife of death
It's a strife when I breathe
Don't cry for me
Don't mourn me like a dove
Don't shed a tear when you see me lying down in flowers.
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...
