Today is my birthday.I’m 17 now.Anyone can pray for me because I am bad and can not pray for all my deeds I wish someone can pray for me to die and I can hug my death.
So many angels to bid farewell.
I pick up the value of my life
it’s not more than rusted lamp lying in corner.
To say goodbye to my life
I swallowed sleeping pills,
Indulged several bitter bones.
I planned to sacrifice my wrist vein
but nothing happened to me.
I was happy,when I was ill
but soon I recovered.
Trees wear new apparels in spring
and wash away their old sorrows as Autumn leaves,
I watch them with few dreams in eyes
when my funeral will take place?
when my fate will bring flowers on my grave?
when my soul will get freedom?
I can live in this empty house,
I’ll never say I’m tired of being alone,
I’m just burden on that residence
that’s why I want to taste the demise.
Mortality is beautiful,
To lie quietly under the ground
with grass on top and everything silent.
No yesterday,no tomorrow
to forget time and bag of hurting memories.
I’m sure their is more solitary
but I’m trained facing solitude as I’m alone here.
I played several parts to die but
death didn’t bother me as it hates me.
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