My world is red and dark,
His was white and bright.
Mine is cold and distant,
His was warm and cozy.
Mine is full of wars and crimes,
His was full of rainbows and sunshine.
I travel in snowy storms,
He sleeps in a flower bed.
Until he stumbled into my world
Until he met me– no,
Until I found him.
I took him in, let him stay,
In a place he called home.
What did I do?–
He wished to fly, I stripped him.
He wanted to step out, I locked him.
He talked too much, I muffled him.
He wanted to be free, I set him free.
What drove me to do it?–
I don't know,
I was just too tired,
I wanted to end it.
How did I do it?–
I told him they left him,
That they don't care.
I filled his mouth with silence.
But, it wasn't enough–
I threw curses, met with walls.
I threw glares, met with air.
I threw punches, met myself in the mirror.
He smiled still– I couldn't anymore.
I threw a knife, didn't miss this time.
It slid through his heart,
Slow and devastating.
What did it give me?–
Questions I can't answer.
I had enough.
I left him bleeding,
To see light leave his eyes.
They stared back at me
As if mocking me. Before,
Hiding behind the eyelids. But,
Why?
I took his soul out–
Why do I feel empty?
Why is my skin blue?
Why am I infront of a mirror?
Why is it cracked?
Why is my body numb?
Why do I smell like metal?
Where is that kid?
Only then have I realised,
There's no such kid.
Then who did I **** just now?
What does it make me?–
He's just a kid,
But I? What am I?
A criminal? A killer? A monster?
A result of my ignorance or the society?
How do you feel?– the kid asked from mirror.
I just destroyed a precious part of myself,
How do "YOU" think I feel?
He just vanished–
Leaving the silence behind.
~pooja
Nov 4, 2025
Nov 4, 2025 at 3:23 AM UTC
My world is red and dark,
His was white and bright.
Mine is cold and distant,
His was warm and cozy.
Mine is full of wars and crimes,
His was full of rainbows and sunshine.
I travel in snowy storms,
He sleeps in a flower bed.
Until he stumbled into my world
Until he met me– no,
Until I found him.
I took him in, let him stay,
In a place he called home.
What did I do?–
He wished to fly, I stripped him.
He wanted to step out, I locked him.
He talked too much, I muffled him.
He wanted to be free, I set him free.
What drove me to do it?–
I don't know,
I was just too tired,
I wanted to end it.
How did I do it?–
I told him they left him,
That they don't care.
I filled his mouth with silence.
But, it wasn't enough–
I threw curses, met with walls.
I threw glares, met with air.
I threw punches, met myself in the mirror.
He smiled still– I couldn't anymore.
I threw a knife, didn't miss this time.
It slid through his heart,
Slow and devastating.
What did it give me?–
Questions I can't answer.
I had enough.
I left him bleeding,
To see light leave his eyes.
They stared back at me
As if mocking me. Before,
Hiding behind the eyelids. But,
Why?
I took his soul out–
Why do I feel empty?
Why is my skin blue?
Why am I infront of a mirror?
Why is it cracked?
Why is my body numb?
Why do I smell like metal?
Where is that kid?
Only then have I realised,
There's no such kid.
Then who did I **** just now?
What does it make me?–
He's just a kid,
But I? What am I?
A criminal? A killer? A monster?
A result of my ignorance or the society?
How do you feel?– the kid asked from mirror.
I just destroyed a precious part of myself,
How do "YOU" think I feel?
He just vanished–
Leaving the silence behind.
~pooja