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This is killing me

In an empty home,

Soul lays all alone,

No one cares about,

Even part of blood.

 

A knife in the chest,

Pain in body rest,

Poison in tummy,

Destroys cells within.

 

Midnight hits by clock,

People laid their back,

Still eyes so wide,

Can’t sleep this night.

 

Days go on and on,

Feeling pain from wound,

Want to shout this pain,

But there’s no voice came.

 

Yelling hard “help me”,

“This pain’s killing me”,

These feet cannot walk,

Feeling numb and soak.

 

In the resting hour,

This breathing goes hard,

Every breath I take,

Pain in chest it makes.

 

No one tried to know,

Pain in every show,

They said I’m strong,

But no, they are wrong.

 

“Give up –” want to tell,

“Anytime might ****

But how to say bye?

All they need’s my life.

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engrmyn
27 / F / legazpi city
Published
Feb 22, 2018
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