A frustrated mind

A Poem by Jerish

Highly personal

Blood blood bloody red blood;
I see blood everyday,

Will I be free from this one day?
I wish that day is today.

Those chiding and criticisms that I could never resist;
makes me feel that why I ever exist.

Scenes of suffering and death right in front of mine eyes
Has made me a person of not that I am.

Blood blood bloody red blood
Will I be free from all of these one day?