My heart is bleeding
As the chains tied to me is leaking
My dress is tearing
Just the acts, are grieving
I watch the sun rise and set
The moon cries in Angs of pest
The bones breaks for thirst
And my mouth dies in it state
She did it unknowingly of my...
Holding the trees with cry....
18 now, no responds is right
she goes on without her sight
She pages through the knife
ready to cut the page in half
Her hands are stained in nights
A dark hand, she knew no light
My heart is bleeding
As the chains tied to me is leaking
my clothes burn for feeding
no hand holds me well.
(Written on 12 July 2019)
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