Paper cuts

I had an inspiration for this poem yesterday on math lesson. I had a paper cut from my math book. Paper cuts are small and pretty harmless, but they hurt. At least for that one startling moment when they happen. Soon after you might forget that you even had a paper cut, but it's still there. Sometimes you can feel it and see it long after.

Paper cuts

I kinda lost the track

past and present, they don’t match

Can’t help looking back

but I have messed the path

Paint my nails black

Paper cuts along the way

but years have faded those stains

Spend my life

trying to feel alive

Listening to all these songs

wondering what went wrong

Turn on the melancholic notes

Paper cut

One rosy drop

I could stay and try again

What have I ever given?

I could leave and let it be

What have I ever received?

Step into those aching heels

Paper cut and a drop of life

flows out of this fight

Shut my eyes

I don’t waste my time

I don’t need these lies

I’m free from those ties

Switch off the light

Those years, these months

Only paper cuts