it was hard to leave
coz this is where i live—
where my heart beats
where my lips curls
where my eyes glints
where my soul utters
where my words rhymes
where silence was never a crime.
it was like burning my body alive
like stabbing a child with knives
it was like studying without learning a lesson
like not talking to my favourite person.
it's so hard to leave
but i need to believe
that i can do it.
YOU ARE READING
a writer's tear can write a book
Poetry". . . but if being sad is the only way to make myself write then i would gladly volunteer to be obliterated." genre: poetry // english
