They Asked

By Tavisha

They asked 

"What you do when you are sad?"

I- ?

I load my tears into inks of  pens

I scratch my flesh  to make pages to sculp on 

I ball my eyes out to send them in search of words

I break my nails into keychains that remind me of  the child I was 

I poke pencil in my ears till they bleed 

So the only sound I can feel is my  heartbeat 

And at the last i dig my heart and mind out 

in my hands 

Narrating stories of days 

Where heart  wished to die 

But the dominating mind denied 

 i let them paint the stories of hatred and regrets 

I shut my heinous thoughts 

And said 

"I write when I am sad”

By Tavisha