KuroTora17's Poems

I Wish that I Could Die

Inspired from the Quote:

There is nothing new in dying now Though living is no newer

-Sergei Esenin

Walking up to my bedroom,

I shut the door behind me

and dropped my soaked wet school bag

when the rain pulled me forcefully.

Taking off my soiled shirt,

looking straight at the mirror

to see someone before me

with a heart that was torn.

I'm tired to see that everyday,

I've trapped myself in this room of pain.

Then, opening the window to pretend

to have wings so I could fly away.

Tying a rope to the ceiling

as if tying a pinata,

soon to be smashed by children

to bring out goods, to hear the "ha ha ha".

Grabbing a knife from Mom's kitchen,

I placed it towards my heart

that was already chopped to pieces.

But now it will be a different art.

It's happening to my head again,

to think, but not doing it instead.

Now I'm getting tired, it's boring.

If this keeps going, I won't wind up dead.

But I don't know what's stopping me...

I just don't know what stopping me.

Is it that I care for my family

even if they treat me in a cage?

Or are my dreams stopping me?

Or do I just lack the courage?

-_EnD_-

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