Saturday 6 December 2014

The Ribbon

Why things don't go away
Why things don't pass.
Some scars I will carry
Everywhere, they will be mine.

Some things don't pass
They need to be felt
Some things they hurt
They bite they don't haste.

Maybe after a week
It won't be visible.
I might forget
And I might lose myself.

Or will I find myself?
Will I ever?
This should have never been
This was just a fail.

I'm down on my knees
I don't pray 
I don't lie
And I can't handle this.

When pain is too large
I will make it
To go to the last row
This one doesn't hurt that much.

I can't even hold 
My body straight.
I got lost
There is no way back.