No I don’t wanna feel this again. Maybe I want end the cause of this feel. Or maybe end the root cause, me.
No I don’t wanna play again, with those numbers outside playing in merry, when I am send to them only to get myself bullied.
No I don’t wanna be the perfect daughter to get pretended of my flaws so evil that it could stab someone to dateless death.
No I don’t wanna laugh out of mini happiness but cry snatching my hair to leave me bald of the everlasting sadness.
No I don’t wanna smile just to pretend that inside I am okay, while these demons in me unlocked themselves of a cage.
No I don’t wanna be a tree, which was born with a purpose when I am really a flower who bloomed, closed and plucked.
No I don’t wanna be a soul to heavy even the air of the earth, but just a dry leaf getting mixed in the soil lost of name.
No I don’t wanna be a happy tear getting shed because it’s rare, but a sad tear from an eye because I will be what I am.
No I don’t wanna be known like the endless roads but the painted lines which fade with time.
No I don’t wanna have relations only to get maintained whole life but just an individual to god after life to be god’s individual.
No I don’t wanna have a name, but just a face which will decay like hundreds others of its phase.
No I don’t wanna have hands to lift, eyes to embrace, ears to understand, mouth to speak and a heart to feel. But just a body to lie dead now and get cremated in the holy fire which shys away of its sins and hatred lighting me up to rise above the skies and dwell in the hell getting burnt again.