carry on

January 23, 2018
By Anonymous

If I could describe it
I don’t know if I would want to
The knife that throws itself continuously at my stomach
In attempt to untie the knot that lies within
My mind is warped into the past
It works as a switchblade
Digging into my thoughts
A supercut plays previous mistakes
But I speak words of silk
I toss my hair, I purse my lips
And I carry on
As if nothing could weigh me down



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