We break in emotion while we put our heads up in silence,
Because we have no tear to drop and yet we sell our souls,
Not because we wish to, but pain of love has caused large damage in our hearts,
Yet we remain like corpses with scars bleeding in our hearts
While we force our eyes to drop tears, till they turn red with blood.

I have loved yet I failed it’s because loving hurts so much more than death
As I crawl on my knees with a hopeless soul, death I wish for if only this pain could heal.

I have been a slave enough
I wrote many poems

But now I am writing my pain which its words sound like poetry to those who don’t feel my pain.