By Otega Uchechi.
My heart is as cold as ice,
Frozen, unable to breath,
I hope you find my actions so nice,
Knowing it's the best thing for me.
I woke up each morning,
Wishing I never lived to see it,
I begged for his coming,but he never came,
To take me to a place, where there's peace and rest.
To my people,I plead,
To listen and understand how I feel,
The Darkness that captured me,
Which only me can see,
But at the end,am sorry my actions might hurt you.
Each day,my hatred for life grow,
But now,it's late,I have to let you all know,
Seeing my soul dying,
Is what I can't prevent,
But with death,I have to present.
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