It is dark
It is draught
I look
It is dusk
I feel cold
I sort love
Could not find
I failed
All hell broke
Will I matter If I am lost
I am in pain
I am gasping
I am cold
I ran from pain
But this is more painful
I ran from the world wickedness
But I am the most wicked
I ran from anguish
But am in anguish
I wouldn’t have
If only you all genuinely loved
Am sorry
I just committed suicide
THOUGHT FROM A GOLDEN PEN 