The Last Note
I wish I do not wake up tomorrow,
I hope I do not feel the pain, the sorrow.
I don't know, how to explain what I feel,
Can't see any cure, any way to heal.
It seems I am locked in a room all dark and empty,
Nothing is working neither motivation nor sympathy.
Hate myself for being so weak,
But this the worse on its peak.
Lost my last supporting pillar,
Made myself, my own killer.
Copyright © NIKITA SINGH | Year Posted 2025
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