In Between

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I thought I am in control
But your words pierce hardly
Like a dagger in my soul
Collapsing my whole being

I thought I am strong
But your words pierce hardly
Crushing deeply my veins
Tears pour heavily
Blood gushes rapidly

I thought you were my believer
My dreams you support
I ended up holding my own self
My own hand, please don't let go

Puzzled by your words
Mouth just hung up
Heart pumps with rage
Mind tells me just one courage

You helped me build scaffolds
But I climbed alone
Too much daggers, please no more
Too much wounds, please no more

I have enough sets of sharp daggers
Please give me a pair of wings

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