Every time my heart opens
The dagger slams inside
The locks in my chest unfasten
Unleashing the bitter taste
Of being the unchosen
Release then the demon of suicide
So, as I've said
Let me just breathe in
The air of cyanide
And walk away
From this world
From the sorrow
From tomorrow
“There is a saying in Tibetan, 'Tragedy should be utilized as a source of strength.' No matter what sort of difficulties, how painful experience is, if we lose our hope, that's our real disaster.” Dalai Lama XIV
