R. I. P Poem by Sandhya Joseph

As I sit alone tonight
Contemplating whether to live or die…
But then…
Death doesn’t seem a solution to me
A needle and thread is not all I need
Cuz
These seem to be just a temporary aid
Aid to the bleeding wounds in me…
I wish I could cry, or atleast just weep
I wish I could scream, or atleast just express
But…
End up doing what I always do best
What I always do best for the best part of me
Swallow and suppress
Till I can take it no more
And then the day would come…
The day I am finally meant to
“Forever Rest”
With the R.I.P at my head…