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Save me from myself
Having a blunt knife,
but blunt, hurts more,
when days are sharp, and you don't hear your,
will power;
no roar.
Crashing on glass,
I don't mind the shards,
not even drunk,
very consciously, unknown.
I know, I am hurting myself
but my shield has been lost,
I can't find, an enemy outside
So I try hurting, the life that cost;
cost me, my humor,
cost me, my laugh,
cost me, a fortune of love,
and all that is left is,
chaff.
Each time I see,
I wish miraculously,
Someone will just come,
and save me from me,
It is a sin and a pity,
Stop this blunt misery,
Save me from me.
© aashvanshi writes
but blunt, hurts more,
when days are sharp, and you don't hear your,
will power;
no roar.
Crashing on glass,
I don't mind the shards,
not even drunk,
very consciously, unknown.
I know, I am hurting myself
but my shield has been lost,
I can't find, an enemy outside
So I try hurting, the life that cost;
cost me, my humor,
cost me, my laugh,
cost me, a fortune of love,
and all that is left is,
chaff.
Each time I see,
I wish miraculously,
Someone will just come,
and save me from me,
It is a sin and a pity,
Stop this blunt misery,
Save me from me.
© aashvanshi writes
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