Kill me.
Yeah. I am ready to die.
You keep killing me silently
Suffocating my numb self
Trying to take in,
Trying to breath,
But it's enough. Enough.
Death is something people are afraid off,
But I was dead that day when I wished to suicide.
Death was the only solution. Only solution to forget myself,
All the issues, all that I went through
Being a living dead self
Invisible in this cruel world.
YOU ARE READING
Alone
PoetryA book which describes pain, sorrow, hurt, feelings...in the form of poems
