I am standing at the location.
I have never seen one before.
Or I have always known of its existence.
But too scared to explore.
It is a dark alley.
With a dead body lying on the ground
I know I am having another nightmare.
However, what is disturbing is that I am not scared to be found.
I know if I stand here longer I will meet with the same fate.
I should leave all this behind and run for my life before it's too late.
It feels like I am the victim in the movies who is running from their killer.
But what scared me was the face of a dead body who looks just like me yet is so unfamiliar.
I realized, staring at the bloody knife in my hand, that I was never the victim; I was the Killer all along.
In trying to change myself
In trying to keep everyone happy
I killed my own self.
-Bushra
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What's wrong with the HEART?
PoetryJournaling my thoughts as a poem The book was previously known as ' the poems of heart'
