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
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom]
<< Home