I feel stuck in a box full of knives
The knives barge in, breaking through my boundaries
I suck at hiding, why are u not listening
I was born as a butterfly but they are draining my colours
Now, I do not feel them like they do not exist
My thoughts provoke me to butcher myself, under the knife
But you see, I also want to get out of this trance
Saving my thread of emotions, counting days till they set me free
Swimming in the sea of knives, all I see is unfulfillment
Crashing to rock bottom, every time when I try to escape
Fields get bruised whenever I take knife in my hand
To hurt someone is far worse than being hurt by someone
I chose the knife to hunt me until the fairy lights are burning
A/N
Phew! I finally wrote it. Ngl it was hard for me.
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White Stained Roses
PoetryA collection of poetry about love, pain, misery and hurdles of life. A way of escape through words into the skies of freedom, above the clouds ,where no one can reach me except the bridge of melody I've tried to add roses everywhere in my...
