I am holding a knife
At the middle of this screwed life
I wanted to cut the veins
I wanted to unleash the pains
So,I can no longer feel
That it bleeds.
I used to be a good person,
But, I am always fooled.
My hands cannot do the job
Of cutting my prolonged agony
I was tapped by my soul
Saying be happy.
I left that knife,
Hoping, some will care.
BINABASA MO ANG
MP LIGHTS: 143
Poetry-Hugot? Sad? Poem lover? -This book is a collection of random poems. Free verse by nature with some traditional patterns. -Minsan kase mapapatigil ka nalang... Hanggang sa itatanong mo nalang sa mga bituin kung lahat ba ng ito ay isang panaginip?
