MIRROR OF KNIFES.
I've missed you,hard I couldn't tell,
I've lost myself in guilt,
The weight of it brings me down to my knees,
Every time,I contemplate of what I have done,
You were me and I did this,
Just like a knife that stabs another,
The helmet of guilt I wear,
Breaks me in tears here and there,
You never know that you killed yourself,
Only to see your blood on the floor,
You using the same knife,
I regret living in this version,
You were the best replica of me,
I never knew you for your strength,
I knew you as a threat,
Knives stabs,but not against another,
By Jeyson Gadah,
Dec 3, 2025
Dec 3, 2025 at 3:32 AM UTC
MIRROR OF KNIFES.
I've missed you,hard I couldn't tell,
I've lost myself in guilt,
The weight of it brings me down to my knees,
Every time,I contemplate of what I have done,
You were me and I did this,
Just like a knife that stabs another,
The helmet of guilt I wear,
Breaks me in tears here and there,
You never know that you killed yourself,
Only to see your blood on the floor,
You using the same knife,
I regret living in this version,
You were the best replica of me,
I never knew you for your strength,
I knew you as a threat,
Knives stabs,but not against another,
By Jeyson Gadah,
A poem continuing on of my poems
