I stood up there calming myself,
talking good, giving hope
Staring at a stray paper and wondering
death stared, cuddling!

At that point life seemed hard
consoling, drying my own tears
That low within said, ” Give up.
There is nothing left to live up”

Circumstances rendered a dagger fit
why not use it appropriate?
Why not cut self in two
end the heartsick period and life too?

A thousand reasons to cut and bleed;
to sip a potion of arsenic;
jump from eleven floors or come under a car
to survive, life was praying onto a star.

Sobbing, thinking, fighting a war
light flickering,¬†overtaking dark…
it decided slamming gloom
for a day avoiding doom!


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