He is in a locked room,
All hope is lost and doomed,
His mind is clouded with gloom,
A moment that can't be assumed.
Not a single strength left to glow,
instead a tumor of heart break grows,
A phobia of love overwhelms and blows,
His mind, heart, body and soul.
He is left alone like an outcast,
watches the day as it moves fast,
He screams, shout and blast,
Because he is fed up with the life.
He couldn't see the sun,
Because of his current form,
he gave up all,
Then he picked up a gun,
And shot himself on a wall.
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Poet's note: Pain and lost
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