Insecure

With no confidence,

I enter the battlefield,

With very little providence,

And no weapon or shield,

A slash of a knife,

is all it takes,

No strife,

Not even sure if I’m awake

I can’t feel it no more,

The love,

With my heart so sore,

The feelings that I have shoved,

My heart made of stone,

And pain that makes me insecure,

And in the depth of my bones,

Is a pain I can no longer endure