Amidst the running world
I'm stuck..
I feel lost...
I feel invisible...
There is a chaos in my mind,
I scream for it to stop
I scream for light
Yet it's dark.
No shoulders to cry
No hands to hold
I sit there looking at the sky
Dark clouds are pouring down rain
I close my eyes wishing to be like that cloud..
To pour down everything in me to someone,
A bitter smile formed on my lips
As I remembered,
They saw my smiling face,
But not my tearing eyes.
They heard my vibrant laugh,
But not my screaming heart.
They saw me saying "Am fine"
But not my quivering lips when I did
It was easy to act and pretend.
It was easy to be hidden and forgotten
Than being a burden.
There was a soft whisper calling out to me,
The incessant voice in my head,was ready to burn me down into ashes.
I looked down at the paper in my hand,
I penned down the words..
My hands shivered,
I held the blade tight
I pressed it my skin.
The first drop screamed my pain,
The second drop made me numb,
The third drop gave me peace.
The closing eyelids saw the light,
The paper was floating in the air,
And so was my soul.
The paper landed soaking itself,
In my spreading blood on the floor.
Highlighting the ONLY words I wrote..
"Are you crying for my death? "
Yes! I'm a coward for choosing this,
But, You are equally responsible."
YOU ARE READING
RA's Poetry
PoetryEvery word has a meaning, every words has a cause. A word from me can heal your heart or tear it apart. I choose wise, wishing you do the same.
