She

I have bruises that never healed,

I have wounds that never made their way.

I have cuts that still bleed,

That you don't see from far away.

I still struggle to wake up every morning,

Craving for courage indeed.

How do I say that this is unstoppable,

Help is what I need.

It feels like my soul has left,

It's the body that is forcing me to survive.

Take me or kill me, no in-between,

It's been a long time since I felt alive.

I took a break to feel better for once,

And it eventually made it worse.

Forced to ink out my emotions in poetry,

This love isn't a blessing but surely a curse.

I rested my case when I saw myself,

Feeling the same hurt every day.

Now just waiting for death to lead me,

I hope it's kind to me than this life anyway.

Goodbye to every breath in her,

This poet bled her every pain.

All she left is some leftovers of her love,

Until she meets the love that she had again.

From the war, I never came back home,

From the love that shook my soul.

I hope we meet in some another life,

With reverse of us, with reverse roles.