REPROACH

I cannot bear this,
I will not bear this.


I am troubled.
So dismantled,


What will I tell him?
How can I reveal it?


I’ve been robbed,
Heavily corroded.


I’m no longer myself,
Not exactly as I felt.


My brother is angry.
He cannot stand it.


My life is on standby, paused,
Not ready to be presumed.


My sanctuary is rotten,
Suffering pain from being rode on.


I don’t feel the same,
As I will not, never again play this game.


Who will like my appearance?
Or who will carry this disturbance.


My life has been battered
Like a hot knife through butter.


I’m still to decide,
If I can perform suicide.


I’m finished
I’m dismantled.


I can’t wait tom live any-more
I can’t live my life any low.