Not His Fault

Free lives.

Those walls always had eyes.

Align my stars.

I got tired of living before those bars.

Give me happy tears.

I am tired of wrapping around my fears.

Hide the brides.

The people of hate and suicide.

Conceal the crimes.

I need a ladder to climb.

Out of mentions.

not craving for their attention.

I am not guilty.

Are you sacked out of humanity?

It has been a century.

Start the analysis.

Prove I am not an analogous,

to that killer.

something that used to fill her,

with hate and things I flee from.

because we both know I am not that dumb.

She thought of suicide.

She wanted to jump to the other side.

but that’s not my fault.

It tastes like salt.

to say that her soul came to a halt.