By. Iko Sada
Now, all the same, I am suffocating.
My pain marginalized by an exodus of unfortunate events.
I’ve always been here screaming… I’ve always been here forgotten Left to suffer.
Now my existence has been snuffed by the inconvenience of the time.
Snuffed by the reality of our society’s vile mentality that is not news to me.
I put the noose around my neck and glance over at the sea of new faces.
This isn’t my first time but it’ll be my last time.
Maybe it will be less crowded in hell.
