Dieing

Sometimes it’s so hard

To utter the heart out

The blade scratching, slitting these nerves. 

Can’t able to hold on anymore. 

Trembling are these two feets. 

In between the two walls,

I’m feeling suffocating 

And slowly compressing. 

Dieing.  Β© ritikapeace

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