I’m alive but,
I feel I’m already dead.
It’s because of the pain,
Of my life, quiet days.
Gossipers are making it worse,
Worse for me to live.
I think I should dive,
Maybe I’ll drown.
On my left hand,
I need a bandage,
To cover these bruises.
They do not just lose blood,
But part of the mind.
I wish I had my head off,
Off forever.