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A Blade, A Bullet
Amrita Gupta
Remorse stealing my soul,
I'm afraid to move.
Afraid to think.
Afraid to exist.
It feels wrong.
I want to live,
But I can't.
Not without you.
Not without love.
I can, but I might as well kill myself.
I would not feel the pain.
A blade,
A bullet.
Neither would hurt me.
I would smile as I died.
Why are we different?
To accommodate for new others
Turns old friends against us.
Why bother with friendship,
As it breaks more often than mends.
I want to speak,
But I can't.
Not as insecure
As I am now.
A blade,
A bullet.
Neither would pain me.
I would kiss you as I bled.
Amrita Gupta has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Amrita's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Amrita's latest works: