Gone
GONE
Time is running slowly
Every single minute I get more lonely
The pain inside me strangling my heart
I always do good why am I being hurt?
I feel like nobody understands me
With me is where I'd rather be
I just want to be alone
As my own death I mourn
There are voices in my head quarreling
The confrontation is hurting
Slowly going insane
My life is never the same
The rope is still clinging from the ceiling
Still and not swinging
Ready to perform it's duty
Very strong it is my mission is fruity
Memories racing in my mind
Of how I wanted to be one of a kind
A good life is all I wanted
To a suicidal person I've been converted
Climbing on the stool thinking of how people will be mourning
When they find my dead body in the morning
Will their tears be real
Wish I get to know how they will feel
Copyright © Ondeng Moses Otieno | Year Posted 2018
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