She cuts herself,
Hand legs and places no one can ever think of.

When she trusts me enough and shows me her scar,
I just curse life,
For a girl like her,
A million scars embedded in her like a punishment she got for living.

Why?
Why did you do that?
It hurts me so bad,
I just hold her close and stay sorry,
" sorry that I took so long to find you, punish me"
Tears start slipping down my eyes and she hugs her pain away.

I place my hand at her chest and
what I felt was just mesmerizing.
Her beats are acting all crazy,
Like I have ignited a fire.

Then I grab her hand and place it on my chest and she's just blown away to,
I can feel my beats getting faster and faster,
Like her touch is what controls them.

What is this?
Why this never ever happened before?
Why I feel so alive

Now I know that I'm her back up plan,
When her heart breaks,
She comes back.

Every time i fix her heart by giving pieces of my heart and in the end she gets fixed and I get broken.

But you know what,
It's totally cool,
Because I always wanna see her happy,
Maybe that's the reason why I never tell,
" how much I love her. "

Everyday inside me,
There's this constant fight going,
Should I hold onto these people ?
Should I leave ?

I try to answer most of them but often I fail,
Then just to comfort myself I ask,
Why not? Why leave them?

Aren't they a part of your family now,
Aren't they the answer to your prayers,
My heart still unsatisfied and
my brain all senseless

I am strong,
Strong enough to take the beatings of the world,
To be burnt to death.

But you know where I'm not,
To see you get hurt,
Not even a scratch.

Stay behind me,
Let me get hurt for you,
That's how much I care for you

I see parents connected so close to their child,
I see it as how beautiful is that,
To have someone like that,
A bond that's so scared and cherished.

Yesterday I saw a 5 year old child playing with his father and I can't tell you how mesmerized I was - it seems so magical.

I wonder what would I feel if that be me,
Things would have been different for sure,
It's all about what I'm missing out in life

We all hide things,
For our own sake,
Sometimes for our own safety.

It's not disclosing the thing that hurts the most,
It's who and how it's disclosed.

I want you to know,
& I mean every word of what I say
" I'll die protecting your secret "
You opening up to me is more precious to me than any other thing existing