Grave Yard of Pains
(my poem)
Sitting in the dark all alone
Questioning rather to die or to suffer
Rocking back and forth
Crying my heart out like a child
My wrists are so vulnerable
so easy to cut wide open
I wander to do so or not
But taking that chance or not at all.
I throw the blad from my hand
Throwing it at the wall
The blade finally stops at the threshold
Stopping for once and all
I stand up and walk towards it
pick up the knife and run
I run to the back yard and bury it
Bury it forever more
In a grave yard of my pains.
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