The player and his singer [Completed]

poem by author

AUTHOR:- SO THIS IS NOT AN UPDATE TO THE STORY BUT A POEM THAT I WROTE AND WOULD LIKE TO SHARE WITH YOU GUYS. 💙

IT IS A LONG POEM LOL.

FRIENDS WITH CUTS:

A year ago, It was just an average day
I was in school, in our class, just like any other day
Lessons, plans, learning, teaching and writing essays
It was supposed to be just an average classic monday

Chitting chatting with my friends
Class was still going on while we were talking about new trends
Truth be told I was naive but not so dumb to not notice something is wrong with them.
Always full sleeves, always wearing jackets why didnt I catch on sooner....

"They" that I regard as my friends, their beautiful souls and smiles
It was all just to hide the depression and sadness behind
The pretty art was actually just different colours splattered around
Red, green, blue, can these be regarded as their emotions?

Their eyes looked normal, actually prettier than others and this is why u need true friends
As those beautiful eyes had deep sadness hiding and growing behind them
My friends seem like they want to be forgiven, even they dont know why, all they want is forgiveness
Maybe because they blame themselves for many things that have happened.

I confronted them, found the hidden blade
But maybe I was already too late
The blade was now no harm, as now their minds were razors cutting their own hearts
So many cut mark's with each meaning lurking around
The dry blood, the scars were now going to be just a memory full of pain

I was angry, sad and now even depressed
I couldn't see through that nasty fake smile sooner
I couldn't really understand why
We all were already goners

But I did not give up, they are my friends and I shall help them until the fights over
The battlefield, the art on her wrist and the completely shattered heart
I pulled them, hugged them and let their emotions escape out
Tears of pain, desperation, jealousy and problems were all that could be seen

I took their blade, I slowly calmed those razor minds
Told them that their souls were beautiful, and that their problems could be solved
Embraced them with all the love and feeling I had
That i might've been the person in wrong now

The blade I seized, my emotions were stuck now, I knew my problems could not be solved
Turns out at the end I was the messed up one
The trapped emotions, the real me, that i had never really noticed
They were all now stuck in a cage within me

Now the canvas I'll regard as my arm
The paint brush I'll regard as the blade
The colours will be my emotions
And its beauty will be my fake happy soul

The blood dripped as I stared at it, i found it quite red
The beautiful canvas was now starting to rot
The more emotionless i became, the more I could fake stuff
Even diaries could no more be of help, I was now just left

Loneliness welled up inside me
It all started with friends with cuts
Now I know my true self
I am just a sad, lonely, broken doll

Kept on cutting myself, kept on increasing the art
Now blades became a mere toy, the most dangerous weapon I now acquired was the hatred for myself in my brain
My soul was harmed, my emotions were messed up
I was just tired, tired of the way life revolves

1 year past and I am still the same
Until I met this one person, who now became my first aid.
My emotions were now free, the cage was now the broken one
The scars had faded away, and now slowly I was becoming normal.

I soon was like an average kid having fun
This one perosn solved my problems
All these years where had she been I wondered
Until at the end.........I noticed that familiar fake smile......