The black and white pills
Are failing to cure me,
After three long years of running
It's my feet that's killing me.

I would have ran home
Though I ran from there,
It is only when you are alive
That you begin dying.

Black and blue bruises
Hug me tighter than my own skin,
I wouldn't know I still had blood
If I still didn't bleed so much.

I should have drowned myself by now
If I could reach the sea.
But it is in my sadness
I learnt the opposite must exist.

Everything that exists, has a life cycle,
Once lived the life span, there is no recycle,
We live, we wither than we die,
However, some still wonder why,
Some have short life, some have long life,
But who knows whose stabbing you from behind,
Many have grudges but pretend to be kind,
Come in our lives, rule our living than destroy our mind,
As time changes so does our surrounding,
Once we live, later find ourselves grounding,
Beneath the soil where no light touches,
Only we lay there waiting to be tortured,
By creatures to decay our lifeless body,
No one to see the life cycle of nobody...


©sim

Never thought that
One's words
Could lift my spirit up

But the thought states me that
More than his words
His support lift my wounded hearts up

A great friend
Who is not ready
Wipe tears
Instead who made u
Realize the value of tears to be wiped