He aims the gun
To his head...-
They step to the edge
Of the cliff...-
She holds the rope
To her neck...-
I hold the knife
To my heart...-
...
You will never know
Our story,
You will never know
Our pain,
You will never know
What we had gone threw!
So don't judge us,
And hate us,
And dislike us...
I bet you would never
Survive as long
As us...
YOU ARE READING
c a p t i v e
PoetryDon't forget to switch off the lights, I prefer the darkness to that false illumination. Here I can lay, Here I can cry, and here is the place where - each night - I can die.
