Damned if I do
Damned if I don't
What is this place
Why do I care
What happens if I would just disapear.
Life is just a job
Just a way to survive
Hoping each day will finally give me my sacrifice.
The scars are Cris crossed against my stomach like a story
Each line a way of telling the world how much I wanted to commit suicide.
Yes I'm a freak
One of those people counting down each day.
But that days are just a day nothing less nothing more.
I guess this is my price to pay for being a mistake.
I mean I should be dead
But instead I'm alive
Shouldn't I be granted the grace of giving someone life to become a sacrifice.
Maybe someone will be better in my place.
Maybe nicer and kinder and joyful instead of the darkness I've become inside.
YOU ARE READING
Dying in Vain
عشوائيAnother poetry book filled with poems, quotes and words combined together to create feelings. I hope I help to relate.
