In the pool of hurt and hate

 in the pool of hurt and hate

how can I keep my eyes shut and not wake any day?

how can I breathe out to die one day

whether its you , her or anyone,

all they do is treat me like an abject trash all the times,

when all I do is pour out my tiny heart for  caring , loving and nourishing all you guys,

but still I am treated like someone who does mighty harm to the existing mankind,

I wanna kill my self,  but still I wanna live some more,

maybe to bear some more hate and hurt,

so I can die one more time with the pain it brings to me, always.

no one felt any  pride, in calling me theirs ,

no one does what ought to be done,

every one thinks, all I do is to seek superiority and dominance,

but trust me it ain't about that,

it ain't about you,

 it ain't about me,

 it ain't about my past,

 it ain't about my future, 

dying is better than hanging out on a wall ,

that slaps you to and forth.

am I that intolerant?

am I that unworthy?

maybe I am, maybe I am born like this,

but the subtle art lies in denying the truth,

as I am trash, I won't deny it anymore,

hear out my blood is pouring

 I see my veins are cut into vain,

hear out, I will slaughter him and myself ,

on this graveyard of mighty hate.

the peel is worn out,

my skin wants one who doesn't love me for my body,

but where can I find that one?

How can I die absently?

How can I live brutally?

who would leave me alone by staying close to me,

no, not him, at least not him, 

why? He looks like a cancer of half-naked soul. 

                                                     Leeza