Gazing at the stars
I look at my fading scars
The unseen hurt , The unheard cry
I wish the pain inside would die
I go through this once more
Will there ever be a door
Which would take me far away
To an unknown gateway
But the blade is my friend
When I reach dead ends
He hears me scream ....hears me moan
A smirk on his lips appear as I groan
My face has turned pale ...my fingers blue
He says my untimely death is now due
I look around , but darkness is all i see
In this cold hour a warm hand is all I need
Jul 7, 2020
Jul 7, 2020 at 8:43 AM UTC
Gazing at the stars
I look at my fading scars
The unseen hurt , The unheard cry
I wish the pain inside would die
I go through this once more
Will there ever be a door
Which would take me far away
To an unknown gateway
But the blade is my friend
When I reach dead ends
He hears me scream ....hears me moan
A smirk on his lips appear as I groan
My face has turned pale ...my fingers blue
He says my untimely death is now due
I look around , but darkness is all i see
In this cold hour a warm hand is all I need
This poem is for the ones who tears were never wiped ...their cry which was never heard .....I hope they find their solace ....just like I found mine 💕
