It took me seven years
to realise
the words in my mind
were too deep for
my mouth to dig up
I thought it was easier
to open my skin
and let the truth
pour down my arms

It took me seven years
to realise
nobody should be allowed
to touch parts
of your home
or hold pieces  
of your heart
that you don't yet understand

It took me seven years
to realise
I will wear these scars
forever
I'll carry them
through every smile
every kiss
every concerned gaze
I'll carry them
to my grave

It took me seven years
to realise
the pain carved
into the walls
of my castle
etchings of
attempting to disappear
are not a story of weakness
but a tale of
how I survived

I guess, it started with that,
That umbilical cord.
Detached I am, from her,
Yet she is the only one, I feel belonged to.

I have remained scared,
All my life,
                  Of people.

With every sunrise,
I woke up, with a hope,
                   To love people.

Every dusk,
I slip into my heart,
A broken heart, and despair,
                    Hating people.

In between days and years,
My life kept passing away,
My faith kept breaking down
                     Because of people.

Everytime, I bleed, I cried,
I patted my heart,
That someday, my faith will be restored,
                      By people.

And then, someone will come in,
I will look up to,
I try to redefine,
                     people at their best,

Thud, they break my heart,
Smash down my believes, my faith,
Shake my senses, show me,
                      People at their worst.

Yes, I am scared,
Yes, I do hate people,
For one reason, unchanged,
                     "People"

I fell for someone,
Who didn't want to even catch me,
I was dying for someone,
Who didn't care if I live,
At last,
He kept his ego,
I, my self respect.