Unsure
By Dara Mae Velasco
I
am drowning in the miseries of my life
Contemplating
on whether I should end it with a knife
I
want to cry
Or
bleed myself dry
What
is worse, dying young?
Or
living with everything else going wrong ?
I
am troubled and I need peace
I
just could not find it in this earthly place
No
voice could calm the child inside of me
No
touch can make pain go away
It’s
like the scar that never heals
In
my spine, it sends down chills
Feelings
that I could not simply deny
Am
I leaving a lie?
I
have come to the point where I can’t see
The
future ahead of me
Once
upon a time
I
was at my prime
When
ask what I want to be
I
was sure to answer with such a glee
If
you would ask me now
I
would simply give a sigh and bow
For
I am unsure
And
there seems to be no cure
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