Pratyaksh Bhati Poems

My mother's footsteps
Were so quiet
I barely heard her leave.
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I harm myself,
because it makes me calm,
I cut myself,
to suppress the feelings within,
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I can draw a modern art
I can draw you a modern art
I can draw it with a twist
I can draw it without a brush
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I always think about ending my life
A easy way to go
Will I be missed?
Will they cry?
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I'm the failed hope,
the killer of everyone's hope.
now I hide from the shame
in the shades of the booze.
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