Elya Thorn - On The Death Bed

Questions without answers,
“How does it feel when you feel
That you are nothing for someone? ”

Anger, accidents...
The unfortunate always
Crawls alone...

The stigma you gave me,
I wear it with pride,
Your eye is always
Watching me,
I am still here,
Crawling,
Surviving!

I am a loaded gun,
Always ready to shot,
Always ready to hurt...

But I never do,
Because I know
How much
A wound hurts!

Sadness, loneliness...
The unfortunate always
Dies alone...

In the death bed,
I’ve seen myself,
Yes, I will die alone,
I will scream and cry,
I will bleed alone...
No warm and loving arms
Will be around me,
No one will care for me!

“Why in front of my pain,
You remain indifferent and cold? ”

The unfortunate always
Dies without an answer!

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