How can i see the light
when my eyes are stiched closed?
How can i hear the music
when my head is buzzing non-stop?
How do i see hope
when all doors are locked?
How can i feel your skin
when mine is rot?
You see green grass
i see my body decomposed
And next day newspaper article
my suicide details exquisitely composed.
Painting by me-
Nice abstract art!
And the poem is composed very well.