Am I a murderer for each tear I shed,
For every silent scream inside my head?
Is each skipped breath a crime I commit,
Each sleepless night, a mark that won't quit?
Am I a murderer for the dreams I erase,
For killing the light in this familiar face?
I push myself closer to that fatal edge,
Hoping the wind will answer my pledge.
Am I a murderer for the scars I create,
For flirting with fate, for sealing my fate?
Each pill, each cut, each skipped meal,
Is this the only way I know how to heal?
Am I a murderer of the child I was,
Of the future I thought I'd once embrace?
Or am I just the victim inside this shell,
Trapped in a body that feels like a cell?
I am the judge, the jury, the hand, the blade
A war within that cannot be stayed.
But if I am both the murderer and the slain,
Can there still be hope after all this pain?
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Canvas of Emotions: Painted in Poetry
PoetryCanvas of Emotions: Painted in Poetry is a powerful collection of poems that explores the depths of human experience, from the shadows of despair to the light of resilience. Each poem is a brushstroke on the canvas of the soul, capturing the raw and...
