What is the reason of my existence?
Such questions is what are playing in my head form a distance,
I wonder if I came to this world with resistance,
And why those who brought me in this world got assistance,
What would have happened if that day was nonexistence?
This thought in my head is so puissance,
I decided to do my life tour,
I explore but not being sure,
With every step I open wounds I can’t cure,
As I keep trying I feel death is my lure,
I tried to keep my thoughts pure,
But at this point everything is obscure,
How do I explain a pain that is so deep?
With no physical wound yet my blood it sip,
In the darkest of night am supposed to sleep,
As I lay down on my bed the thoughts creep,
That’s the moment when to death I want to grip,
So through the night I always weep,
A new dawn a new day, so I keep my thoughts at bay,
I open my eyes while on bed I still lay,
Before I live the bed I always pray,
For its another day to smile and play,
For if the world knows my pain they shall flay,
So each day I ensure that I do not stray,
They ask if am Ok, I smile and say am fine,
Despite the voices in my brain wanting to headline,
I use all my might to smile, so that my pain I can confine,
Hence I tell myself I have to get through to the deadline,
Always dreading the end of the day, for to my pain I shall enshrine,
With Death lingering in my head as a consign,
To this world I don’t want to depart,
But at times I feel like death is the only left part,
Even though I keep trying to tell myself take heart,
Am at the point where I don’t think am able to restart,
I hope one day I will find someone who will assert,
That all I need is a fresh start,