what is the point and meaning
of breathing and remaining
in the tiring and demanding so called “LIFE”!!!
and if i had the courage of killing myself
atleast im already dead…
and you out of mny stupid head
there was never a you and me
can i know you ever felt was just empty pity
and i just disgust your life
from the moment i felt that something was wrong
i know what you really want now
to get amused while you wait for him
and i got swallowed in this brutal scene
as i lay dying…kissing the untidy floor
under your trembling words i agonized
with the blood that i was smeared
i know i was never right in my life
but why did you have to kill me using a sharp knife
as i my light blows out
il hang useless like an old chandelier
and wait until you light me once more…
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