The Murderer.

"It's okay", I tell myself
"The pain will go away."
So I choose to ignore the feeling
Until it has piled up within my heart,
Like trash in a trash bin.
Oops! The bin is full!
I need to pour out my thoughts
To let new ones pile up again.
But I refuse to address my problems,
And believe I can squeeze another item into the bin.
I try, harder and harder each time,
But I cannot seem to fit another bad thought.
I've exceeded the limit.
And now the bin is falling!
My inimical memories and negativity burying me alive whispering,
"Why?"
"Why did you let me stay here this long?"
Now I'm dead.
My own thoughts murdered me.

- Harini.S