Hanging

Found out I fell in a trap of lies, stuck in the thorn of love, still hanging

People passing by, watching me scream, watching me cry

watching me fall, watching me die.

I’m dead, hanging

Found out I was captured, sweet words were the bait

People coming by, to watch me push the bars

to watch me break bones, throbbing myself on walls

I’m dead, with my bones out.

Found out the promises were fake, easy little lies

I assume I never knew, I assume I never cried

I assume I’m blind, can’t see my scars

I’m dead, my wounds still bleeding.

- Chhaya