Saima

when will I get out?

Previously I read several depressing novels that had a fabricated ending
Wishing I was the girls with a break through but that only happens when I'm lifelessly sleeping.
Anything that disturbed the consequential reputation was obviously swept under the cunning carpet
Otherwise relatives I didn't even know existed will treat me as the destructive target.
Now chained down in the casket and masked face leading the double life
That's the reason why I stashed away the bloodstained knife.
It's the never-ending casket just like her motherless womb
It's overflowing with blood, tears and thoughts so there's no room.

Comments1

  • Gino

    Nice write my friend.

    • Saima

      Thank you



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