Smile, death is acceptable.
Breezing, but i am tied.
Cuts on my wrist, only death is left to kiss.
Scars in my eyes,only almighty can trace.
Ghost of a smile hiding my hints.
Alienated , guide me through prints.
Sun is shining with the darkest reality.
No pain left to feel, can’t be hurt.
Incarcerated in my own league.
Living in a slave trade.
“One day, i’l be free – Said the hope
Free from death – Said the anxiety
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