life's LONG road
I stare at the blank space. The blank space known as my mind I sat there Thinking Wondering Do I belong in this place? This place where everything seems to be different This place known as the world. A place where everyhting I know, everything I believed Seems just like an excuse To continue living This dark hole I wish I could jump forever Seems to get even more deeper Everyday So tempting So inviting No one stop me! I sat at the corner Looking at the sky So dark, so cold. Nothing could heal this pain Nothing could keep me warm again I’m lost Gone. I hold the dagger up Ready to shoot it through my veins To end this lonely life Of darkness The dagger ready to strike Ready to sink it’s sharp end inside my skin Sink it deep I opened my eyes To a place I am much familiar with The hospital I have been there before Many times At every attempt to kill myself But realize that I fail Only eveyrtime I end up there The fresh cut That I added to my collection of trying to kill myself Was, like the rest, wrapped around a bandage The red blood, dirty blood as I like to see it, Has wet the white cotton. I lay on the bed Giving in to the pain The pain that I wish would just take away my life Soon One way or another. Mother had her talk again Insulting my friend The dagger The only one I could depend on The only one that I could trust I stared again At the blank space Still thinking. Do I belong in this world? World full of joy and excitement But only to cover up the lies The hatred Why can’t everyone open their eyes? Why can’t they realise? Life but a walking shadow A poor player That struts and frets it’s hours upon the stage And then is heard no more It is a tale Told by an idiot Full of sound and fury Signifying nothing.
from the mind to the fingers of Farisa Roslan | 2:18 pm
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