Degraded, insulted, joked
I'm not a plaything
No child is
But all I get is mocked
I am your child so I should put up with it?
I am your child so I should get insulted by you?
I am your child so I don't have right to say?
I am your child.. or...am I really?
The water is too high
I'm too tired to swim back
Drowning feels good this time
Dying feels good, to Die and sleep
I don't even know if I'm okay
I don't know if I'm even alive
I don't know what feels anymore
I don't even know whose life is it
I'm tired
Too tired
Too numb
Too detached
Too depressed
Too.... Sad..
YOU ARE READING
Versification of my soul
PoetryFirst these were the words i wished to tell my parents. They're just hazy memories now, which I don't want to forget. My wistful memories....
