Prolonging Agony

How do I get here?

Lost in the situation that I can’t bear

How can I get out of here?

Slowly; quietly. Please just answer my prayer!

To the person who is dear to me;

Listen please, I will say to thee.

I am so tired with this.

I just wanted to experience an unending bliss.

Please! Save me!

Listen please, let me say this to thee;

Please, help me get through this;

I have been in a place amiss.

I can still recall the day that I first set;

I never thought that one day I will regret.

When do you think this pain will end?

When do you think they will apprehend?

I try to decode the situation that I am in;

And I found out that my chance of fitting in is very thin.

I just wanted to end this agony;

And experience the much wanted glee.

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