Inside my head
Millions of threads
Collide in a mess

Inside my heart
In various parts
Stuck, are broken pieces of your art
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Such possessivness you have
To no one you abide nor you serve
On my left wrist and palm
Are scars by your harm
On my right wrist and palm
You wrote with calm
Your name with a knife point
So much pain at my wrist joint
That you held so tight
My teary eyes closing in bright
You enjoying with delight
The blood on my wrist slowly flows
While carving slicing like claws
You seem fine not knowing I am dying
Left me for a while to rest
Your tattoo came out the best
In few hours you came back
To see the blood on my wrist and neck
You cried out calling my name
You didn't realise, what a shame!
You cut my wrist like I was a pest
In a dark corner, you left my body to rest...


©sim

The unvoiced and unacknowledged fear of being broken
On the verge, if we focus we can see it when we’re hopeless
Every single soul knows this

But when we teach our life lessons it always goes unspoken
We’ll get there when we get there let’s just have peace for the moment
Fracture a piece of the moment

Our contentment is fleeting
Shake the grips of your vices, where they’re biting you're bleeding
A stable mind depleting, your convictions are receding

Floating in a gentle haze
Where all you hear is true
You’ve widdled yourself to nothing, so what could you rebuke?

Life is about walking,
Not always in a straight line.
But always pushing,
The limits of your time.

Most people run,
From the wolves.
Most people hide,
From the toughs.

However life give us an option,
To take or challenge this alone.
Thanks to other's collaboration,
May we triumph over this cyclone.

No matter the winded paths,
No matter the unforgiving hearts.
May the path give birth,
To those long forgotten laughs.

So let's reach out to those in need,
And warm those hearts of stone.
Whatever this life heeds,
Remember you are never alone.