By Gunashree Vg
The things my mouth couldn't speak,
Some sort of comfort is all I seek.
All alone I'm left to bleed,
Drowning for hope I desperately need.
A suffocating knot swells in my throat,
Emotions war within-barely afloat.
In this ocean of bullshit, I can't find a boat;
Compared to others, I have nothing to gloat.
Forced to always "suck it up,"
I can't cry anymore-is that my luck?
You pluck at wounds that never shut,
And leave me bleeding, drained till dusk.
The last drop of life flows from my eye-
One last tear before God says, "You're mine."
That final ounce of hope forgets to shine,
My last wish-visit my shrine in time.
Yes, I know it's rather too late.
But memories will haunt you each year on this date.
Maybe your help could’ve changed my fate,
Perhaps in your life, I wasn't that great.