My skin shreds pieces of hurt
Wounds are my silence’s door
I am tired of my journey
Feet can’t walk anymore.
Memories haunt every night
Mind, lost in a sea soo deep
My face pretends smiling
And soul wants to weep.
Fingers tremble to write
With blood and a knife,
A painful letter to God
About ugly pain of life.
I am a young girl
My thoughts as old as wrinkles,
My sky, congested with stars
But none of them twinkles.
My lips scream some names
Of people whom I had,
My bones carve stories
Of how I became bad.
Dew rests on my eyelashes
Each drop, reflecting dark side
My swelled eyes sing tales
About last night I cried.
My wounds are fresh
Blood flowing from inside
I hurted my body,
That I can't hide.
My heart broken as glasses
Formed scars like cave,
I wish to be a lonely soul
Buried in a grave.
