Trapped!
I let a pill move through my digestive tract.
This disgust I carry
Will only make my family's name bury.
Oh! I must carry this by my own
Like weeds who are lone.
"Quiet!", "Quiet!"
Your pains are not for listening.
No signs of dying,
Long sleeves
Hide the scars,hide it well
It must be a secret that you tried times a two.
"But I must not have been born"
This is how I want to say a goodbye
Climbed the tool,but again pulled back the rope
What will they say?
Their sounds are louder than your empty heart
You can't escape,
You have to hear them
Even though you are not here any longer.
"Get down,tear your note"
"Don't share it"
They will say stories you never meant to quote.
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This poem won in Instagram Weekly Contest held by @delhipoetryslam on the theme 'What will people say / Log kya kahenge'