Some people are born of pain

Some people are born of pain,

it's etched on their faces,

on their hands,

on everything they touch and feel,

as if they carry an
inflaming wound inside, of
some murderous strike.

Some people are born of sadness,

you can feel it dripping from the words

when they speak,

from their hands
when they touch.

And they taint you sad too.

Some people are born of silence,

an empty silence,
dark and void,

and it is etched on their souls,
uneraseble,
unquantifiable,
and they cannot rid of it,
try hard as they might.

Some people are just born,
of sadness, of pain, of empty silences,
and its etched
on their faces, on their hands,
of some wounds never healed.