"I let that child die; now I will not lie.
It was struggling, and I didn't even try to bring it back to life.
Maybe I was the one who slit its throat with my knife.
Why did no one notice those cries?
How did I get spared by those spies?
I let my inner child die.
Since the beginning, I was lying.
I cried when its breathing got short,
My heart was torn apart when its heartbeat dropped.
Since then, I've been mourning over this universal loss;
My every cell is drenched in sadness because I let that happen.
The reason for my suffering is that I let things happen."
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Strings Of My Heart
Poetry"Short poems about mundane life, when nothing feels right, and everything feels wrong. How we all strive to live a romantic, passionate, beautiful, and happy life, yet suffer agony when it remains out of reach."
