Blunt knifes hold no position in kitchen
They are useless
But when cut with it
The unbearable pain seeps into life
She got cut
She got cut with a knife
A blunt knife
Just a clean cut
She didn't know then
The power of blunt knife
How could she?
She was just a child
Who wanted to be happy
She was an innocent soul
The pain of the cut
Became strong
She just ignored
Went on with her life
As years went on
The cut became rotten
Spreaded to other parts
Just more pain was waiting for her everyday
She became a person
Who can't move
Can't smile without pain
She wished for death every single minute of her life
She begged her creater for her breath to cease
She knelt down before him asking for her independence
He gave it
She never knew everything came with a price
He took the people around her
And gave her the heart to love
The power of blunt knife - Insecurity won once again
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PoetryJust thoughts splashed in a paper Small snippet: Just wishing to say To the person in need "You are not ALONE"