In a box, in the last drawer,
A blade lies.
Feeding off the quiet cries,
Not quitting, even though it tries.
Having an idiot to please,
Because SOMEONE is upset,
Cutting off the bad emotions,
Hatred, longing and regret.
May 29, 2025
May 29, 2025 at 8:31 AM UTC
In a box, in the last drawer,
A blade lies.
Feeding off the quiet cries,
Not quitting, even though it tries.
Having an idiot to please,
Because SOMEONE is upset,
Cutting off the bad emotions,
Hatred, longing and regret.
So like... This one feels extremely unfinished BUT I WAS LIKE 12/13 WHEN I WROTE THIS... and i guess it's the pov of the blade once you use it
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