Listen to me as I say-
Im sorry, my pain is far to profound.
The scars etched deeply upon my arms veins
reflect a misery so deep that i could drown.
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'Give me hope in a world in which i wish not to stay' 'why must i need someones help- i wish i could do this on my own.' 'To alter my contemplations I reach out for a glass pipe's kiss.' 'Why must innocent lives have to pass..when i wish not to exist.? ' lines tortured by pain.. distress.. agony.. Life is so hard to accept.. But Poetry -in some way and to some extent- can fill the hollowness of life. Whoever may have been represented in the poem, his / her agony has been well depicted. But speaking of you.. as a poet you have no a hollow life..
Impressive one. Thanks