It Ends
It was all dark and white
Burning my eyes and soul
It was the dismissal of my existence
In the face of life by all
The Sun rises and sets
The day goes by
But the hollowness inside me
Eats me alive
It feels as if I see a murderer
Whenever I see in the mirror
I am the one who ruined my life
Others are only the executioners
I have no one to talk
Not even to myself
Because I know the weight of truth
The truth that buries you alive
I have tightened the knot around my neck
I am about to leave the Chair
Its ends here, this poem is my life’s memoir
Good bye.
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