Samreen Chowdhury

Repulsive suicide Feelings.

Sometimes I just wish I could run away and hide. No matter where I go though, these feelings stay inside.

 

How can I stay here and live each day a lie, When all I want to do is close my eyes and die?

 

I no longer want to see the light, the light that traps me, conceals me, hurts me.

The light which everyday consumes me.

Why does this have to go on?

 

I can’t keep going. 

 

Just heartache and misery. And nothing and no one could correlate. I speak but inside it it’s ruefully beating- the heart is voluble.

 

I can’t keep going.