The Damned Poem by Ronnel Belizar

When you say it's okay,
The blood pumps! I am dismayed,
For it kills me a hundredths,
I'm in multi-million deaths.

Sometimes in a lonesome world,
Feelings stinged in a hurl,
creepy mind slayed a curl,
I'm sobsister little girl.

To choose between two idolas',
Sustained pain what I need to cast,
Pardon me my single friend,
Don't know the answer to end.

Patient holds my pathetic life,
It bursts, penetrates like you strife,
It's a freaking homicide,
But to call it genocide.

Publish the results then stop for now,
I am the damned but don't you know how?
Just respect then give me all back,
You don't care that gave me a crack.

Taken for granted what a passion,
Anyone feels like this? I'm a pawn.
I lose myself because of you,
Now, what do you want me to do?

Sometimes I question myself,
No one even send a help.
Then why must I need to stealth?
If things are even, it melts.

To end a preach is not easy,
nothing's certain always hazy,
I'll mess it up, you must do,
Who are you? ! I don't know me too!