Posted in original, self / self esteem

Knife

Just because you don’t see, doesn’t mean I don’t bleed

Just because I smile, doesn’t mean I’m fine

I’m covered with insecurities and every single day is a fight to stay alive

This knife, this invisible knife, it cuts deep and everyday I struggle to breathe.

-Maria Michaela-

Posted in heartbroken, original

How It Felt

I took out his heart, cut it to pieces

Took out the knife, placed it where it deeply pierces

“Does it hurt?”, I asked

He looked aghast

Surprised with what I did.

He was in pain

But I felt no shame

We are almost even now.

And though this could never heal my heart

It’s best he knows how it felt when he took mine apart

Posted in miscellaneous, original

Knives Home

Sharp and stinging

hurts and cuts

bruises it does not leave any

deep wound has bound me

sleepy-eyed, teary eyed

blood dripping from my fingertips

it stings, but I do not scream

The knife is sharp

shining in the light

I bandage my wound

and continue to cut the meat

ever so slowly, for the pain,

the wound, is still hurting