A natural disaster
Maio 20, 2020
Isis Erzsébeth Báthory
They told me to cheer up and stay positive,
And try, I did, not succesfully though...
I tried to hold on to the strong and happy mask,
However it was getting ever more hard to put on the act.
My grief was contained for a while, but I couldn't contain it much longer
It was destroying my mind, and my life...
My mind was yearning for the absolute tranquility
One can ever truly find in a coffin.
I didn't mean to hurt anyone, so I sought solitude and silence,
I am not quite sure what I was hoping for...
It only confirmed and made my yearning stronger.
Can life relieve my mind? It only seems to hurt it...
But would death have repealed my tears?
Apologies can't remedy it, for neither one...
Can you forgive me? Can I forgive myself?