live and die [poem; TW: mentions of gore and death]

something is wrong

it's like walking on ice

and I feel misery inside me

which is in my soul

I hear something crashing

and I smell someone smoking

and my soul is only suffocating

as if someone is stabbing me in the heart

the heart bleeds and cries out

the blood just flows

whenever it hears stories

that the pain is self-inflicted

is it deserved?

for the child to be surrounded

to people who talk together

that it's soul passes accused

and get a wish, undeservedly

is life that faithful to living?

when you listen to other people's opinions

when your soul feels diminished

when you experience a lot of losing

and when you only hear the shout of persecution

can you live?

or just wish for death

to experience pain and suffering

your soul that may fly over

and eventually die