Dry leaves.

I can't tell you how I feel,

You just have to come near me.

Smell the fear drip down my skin,

Come lick the anger deep within.

I would like a petal in the sun,

Wouldn't it be nice if we were one.

But you are milk and I am blood,

I don't want you here in the mud.

I trusted people and I regret,

Now life has become purely lead.

My throat is closing helplessly,

Only death can now set me free.

I carry the world upon my shoulder,

Albeit it is prickly and I can't hold her.

I smile, I cry, I smile again,

How can I be content in all this shame?

-Ritvij