four.
I can feel
my heart tightened
like a piece of rope
ready to be broken.
I can feel
my head aches of pain
like a thousands of daggers
stabbing through my brain.
I can feel
my eyes burn
as if fire rises in them
even though water is pouring out un-turn.
I can feel
my sweaty palms
like submerge in deep ocean
that never remains calm.
I can feel
my blushing cheeks
like a flower bloom
but crooked like a twig.
I'm torn
as if the thorn
of rose wrapping
around me.
He holds me
and whispers -
Give up.
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