Life with a Killing
My insides are pealing,
I guess this is my healing.
Still I can't stand the feeling,
I'm provoking my own killing.
Every bit inside of me is dying,
but I know that I am lying.
Slowly this excruciating pain,
I will flush it down the drain.
Just when I hit the ground,
I know I will be found.
I'll save myself from death,
This will not be my end.
I'll come back as a newbie,
I'll shine just like a ruby.
My new journey begins,
with all sorts of new shenanigans.
I know new life will bring more pain,
I'll learn to treat it being vain.
All those selfless-hopeless feelings,
I'll attack them with a killing.
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