Thee cannot see
Thee cannot feel
What is within me
I refuse to conceal
Thee cannot relate
Thee believe it is not real
Could it be fate?
There are no more pretty pictures
Only a messy collage called life
Art that she cannot create
A bible with no scriptures
An unsharpened knife
She cannot love
She cannot give
She does not receive
A reason to live
She cannot hear
She cannot speak
Her listeners are deaf
Her voice is weak
She doesn’t want to win
She surrenders than compete
Her veins are visible
Her scars are deep

 Her blood is invisible,Heart is beating

,Still unable to breathe

She cannot tell timeTime will tell her

To remember the past
To forget the future


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