Had a last supper,
With a gladness mask, I ate,
All along I had only
One thought to make recurring appearances in my mind
The beauty of taking one's own life
Went to the bathroom with a knife,
Stared at my miserable reflection in the mirror for a while,
All I could saw was sad and solitary eyes,
Could feel the ache inside,
Even then there wasn't silence all over,
From afar I could hear my bloodline screaming
Even then I wasn't relaxed,
Even then my day hadn't come,
Whenever I caught the sight of the deadly life taker
I could feel all the pain screaming inside.
But, I was dead all along
Now I just wanted this body to die.
Picked up the knife,
Slice my vein
Then I was free
Free To no avail.
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【Ｉ＇ｍ ｓｔｉｌｌ ｎｏｔ ｄｅａｄ】
ａｌｉｖｅ ｂｅｆｏｒｅ ｙｏｕｒ ｅｙｅｓ
_𝐂.𝐒_
𝚡𝚘𝚡𝚘, 𝙲𝚛𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚂𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚛𝚊
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ROAMING SPIRIT
Poetry"My face, your canvas, So, colour it with your lips." "𝘓𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘠𝘦𝘵, 𝘞𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘳" This is my first book "Roaming spirit " This book is about myself and my thoughts o...
