I wish I was never been born
There are so many hurtings from this world
Knives from the soil were so hard to step on
Hurting my feet from the ground I pressed on
Too much pain to handle
I always told myself, "it's okay"
For all the blames that were thrown at me
I don't think that I might be okay
Gives me poisons to those harsh words
Their voices were tougher than the blade alone
Killing me when I approach my room
Crying doesn't fix anything when you are alone
Calming down doesn't work
Consistent patience makes me overdo
Swimming pools aren't made for tears to fall
Teardrops falling, making people happy for you
Nerves feel ashamed of the world within
Insecurities might be the ones to penetrate in
If I could turn back time and swim afresh
I shall not win from the race of mistakes
Written in: January 21, 2020
Published in: April 27, 2020
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