I drown myself to sleep, but I breathe
Everytime, I die,
I smoke, still I am alive,
I used to love myself,
And so I shared my soul,
Out into the world,
To heal them,
To help them live,
And wounded myself,
I needed someone to hold me,
To love me,
To kiss me,
Even shouted out loud,
But none heard my voice,
So, here i am,
A shattered piece of glass,
Donating my contaminated love,
Killing myself inside,
I am dying slowly and I will soon,
Tried to reach myself out,
But found suffocation,
And a mourning moon.

© Viyaka-tī-Gatā