Friday, April 3, 2015

Heal me

I wait for rain.. To reach me and my veins.. Veins.. Clotted with blood.. Blood from burnt anger.. Which I couldn't let out..
I wait for a drug.. To dilute those clots and make me immune towards pain.. Pain that had been my only friend..
I don't want to feel thankful to that friend.. I don't want to feel dead.. I need energy.. I need purity.. To survive.. And feel my lonely self again..
I wait for rain and that little drug..

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