Dec 2018
I Know How it Feels
to scream.
Nobody
answers your cries.
I know how it is
to wake up
every morning
with blood-shot eyes.
I know how it feels
to die.
I died
a thousand deaths
before my time.
to scream.
Nobody
answers your cries.
I know how it is
to wake up
every morning
with blood-shot eyes.
I know how it feels
to die.
I died
a thousand deaths
before my time.
