The Wound Within

By Fathima Aiza Shabeeb

Everyone sees me smile all the time.

No one wonders if it's a disguise, my pain is something the world still denies.

I cry and cry when no one is nearby.

My mind is filled with thoughts questioning my life.

thoughts fill my mind on a late-night drive.

Darkness lives around me

it screams in my ear my biggest fear.

My mind, the word unaware No lending   hands to cure

My mind is a broken glass and my eyes can never see the green grass.

I return after my precious light to the scary whispers in the night.

darkness has turned to be a part of me, I feel like taking out my knife.

My dreams are all lost in hell when will I be out of this shell.

My biggest fear is going to sleep as that’s the time I always weep.

What evil have I done? what so deep? So much that my soul has to scream.

Darkness stalks my deepest fears and the result is my greatest tear.

When I wake up the devil did not flee, in the mirror it is his face I see.

My life so lost, my dreams are paused, and I know the demon is the cause.

The murderer of my dreams now all I hear are screams.

My weakness has let you free 

But all I have is tears to cry as hell is something you have denied!

The world never cares, how is this fair?

From my life you will be banned.

I cry and feel the pain that will always remain in my vein.

We are being left alone to suffer our lives get tougher and, in the end, I have to plea Just to be set free!

By Fathima Aiza Shabeeb