Will it ever cease?
Will I get some ease?
Will I get some closure?
My brain's like an enclosure.
Every day, every night,
it feels just like a fight.
I've also tried to hide,
but it never works out.
I grab a knife,
dig deep into my side,
it may be a bad sight,
but suddenly everything turns bright.
I often feel like dying,
end up always crying,
I've already stopped trying,
so leave me alone.
Complex siuation in the existence.
A perfect explanation.
Wow a very but very thoughtful poem, sometimes many things happen in our mind that we really don't know what to do but well just keep on existing, thanks for sharing.