Personal Information
Organization / Workplace
Jhansi, India
Occupation
As a District Incharge
About
His Story
His story
Carved into cold icy skin
His Autobiography
Beginning to End
He needed to vent
To make the pain go away
But no one would listen
Inside the problems did lay
A few scratches at first
Nothing too serious
But then they got deeper
And he got delirious
He would scream at things that were never there
He would run and keep running to nowhere
He would talk to the voices
He would wait for them to answer him, to tell him the choices
At one point in time he started to burn
Burning and slashing, each had their turn
He felt as if he were being watched-
As if someone could see his every move
And that any moment he would be wrongly accused
After a while