Suicide and Scars

Looking high up in the sky 
I stand still in my balcony 
Thinking and about to cry 
Filthy thoughts are all that fathom me 

I am getting high with the air 
Thinking of the darkness 
And giving the stars a blank stare 
Shouting out my mess 

And oh! I feel lucky railings are covered 
I would have slipped 
Bleeding yet undiscovered 
And firmly gripped 

My darkness would hold me 
I knew for sure 
Coz what lies inside me 
Doesn't have a cure 

And oh I could finally sleep 
Without the worry of waking up 
Maybe some would weep 
Thinking its my windup 

I wish I come back someday 
When you stand in your balcony 
You think of me as you may 
And maybe then you'd be able to see

A world I have left behind 
My footsteps above the stars 
And deep inside your mind 
You'd know the meaning of my scars 
You'd know the meaning of my scars
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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