why am I so good at it?
to put them away
all these negative thoughts
wrapping up
all the things making me feel
every knife which cuts
me deep inside
forming them into
boxes in gift wrap
but inside
they're nothing but problems
problems I can't solve
not right now
so I store them
until the solution is near
sometimes
unconsciously
a package opens up
the only thing I have to do then
is putting it back on the shelf
after tying a bow around it
that's not a solution
I already know
but it's an endless algorithm
never to stop
best thing to happen
a solution is found
unwrapping a package
and burn it to the ground
YOU ARE READING
poems of a broken girl
PoetryJust a few poems I wrote expressing my feelings Random stuff from my life Hope you like them <3 I will add some every now and then
