Blood flowing out of me, and you come and stop the flow why? It’s my only hope of liberation, punishment, and even contentment. Let me die it’s the only way I can escape from life.
You tell me” Don’t give up in living!”
“You don’t deserve to die at all, as long I’m with you and alive.” You held out your hand to me.
I took your hand, hoping I won’t lose them one day…
You say “ I want to protect you and your fading smile, so… Don’t say things like “ I can’t smile” or “ I hate life.”
There’s no meaning in anything that’ll happen in the unseen future. However you insist there is…
You tell me “ For now you’re fine as you are, I know a time when you’ll realize it,” One day, one day I’ll will,
if death doesn’t get me ...
before I grasp it.
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