The child within me has died
slowly and deathly with the harshness of
world I bear,
my heart has turned immune
to the burns in the flames die
there’s only desire of future
to see where I’d ended my sentence,
where I’d stop raging about the brutalness
I hide in myself
I let my inner child die because I was no longer
a child by heart or soul
I was an adult dying with burdens sitting like
a grim reaper on my shoulders,
mocking me of the trapped hell
where I am already dead.

#therapy
© Akshaiya