Death

The pain shot through me like a thousand knives
The agony crawled through my skin like a hungry serpent
The misery I felt was like the burning of a live man
And yet after all of these I tried to be happy
But being blissful I cannot

I felt so much pain and loneliness that I sometimes ask:
Has God forsaken me?
I waited but no answer came
Only the pain inside me answered

I shed tears but no one came
I screamed in anguish but no one helped
I wounded myself but no one aided
I was left here alone with all the pain
With all the lies
With all the deceit

Death opened its doors upon me
Death with its smell of rotting flesh
Death with its open arms
It was the only way to end the agony
The torture
My pain…..