A Die From The Dice

Goodbye

Happily I once was living,
Until the trust I gave out became my poison.
Love became the rope I was destined to hang on.
I’ve been a victim of the roaring sounds of homeless demons.
“Take your life”,
My guardian angel constantly beacons.
But I Know not whatever sin it is
That my death would pay for.
Why do I feel I have to give out my life
If I have to be accepted?
Why do I feel I would never be counted out of the rejected?
Why do I feel o would eventually die hopelessly?

I have cried out my pain to the seven heavens,
But they seem not to listen anymore.
The people around me do not care if my running turns into crawls.
They care more about bringing to table all of my hidden flaws.
Sometimes I wish I could pray more.
But there’s no going back now.
The faces of my mind are already made up.
I have a heart clotted with a perforated breast plate.
Each beat is exposed to the bullets of threats from hatred.
And deep inside,
I’m scared of making another mistake.
Scared to make a difference.
Scared of the words the world would throw at my innocence.

Each night I’m haunted.
Haunted with questions I can’t answer.
Where did I go wrong?
What is my offence?
How long would this go on?

I’ve given up on life.
I’ve lost hope in tomorrow.
A tomorrow that never comes.
A tomorrow inside of which I’ve planted all of my aspirations.
And hoped I would be shown no more the ugly face of segregation.
Nor will I crouch again near the whispers of intimidation.
No longer can I take it anymore.

I am done wishing and hoping for better days.
Let my tears be the lilies of your rainy days.
I have folded my pain into smiles in many ways.
It’s best that I go now.

Younglan