again, I ran down my trashed memories
this time I became overwhelmed by grief
sadness and despair hugged me close
as they whisper suicidal thoughts

why did I venture to this discarded abysmal
a placard my soul showed but I ignored
now my covered injuries transforms fresh
how do I heal my soul?

as my heart bleeds afresh
I found myself in this burning furnace of torture
severing stripes lashed already on my soul
my sanity wobbling as I falter

salted tear drops on my cheek as I brood
palpitations on my fragile heart
a dejavu, rendering me incapacitated
I hate that I met you
I wish I had died before we crossed path

sorry can’t save me from myself
I am the savior and grim reaper of my soul
I hate that I fell in love with you
I hate the fact that death didn’t kiss me before we met

@talk2leigh
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8:04pm
7 sept 2024
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