DEADLY ONE.
No, no
you don't know how terrifying it is
the cries, the voices
how it screams in my head
Countless words in my throat
tangled and crumpled and wrinkled
dying one by one
making graveyards in my mouth
I do not understand -
I never could
the never ending storms in my heart
feeling the need to be sad
thinking of it as a cure
How? how?
how is it a cure
when you shattered into pieces
broken, unworthy
as a rubbish of the city?
How is it a cure
when you lied on the floor
gasping for air, searching
for a help that wouldn't come?
How is it a cure
when your vision drowned by tears
with sharp objects in your grip
thinking life was no better?
I don't know, I don't know
I don't understand it myself
As I walked down streets
surrounded by million people
taking the same routine
everyday, every minute
my head screams in agony
my eyebags remain seen
Wishing that one day
someone would notice
the scars upon my skin
and patted my shoulder, looked me
in the eyes, and said,
"You are brave enough
to face another sun
in the sky."
But none of them cared
none of them glanced at me
And I found myself
hearing the exact words
in the face of an imagined self
who held my weathered hands
slowly, gently
helping me to find a light
in the blackness of world