My heart, wielding nothing but power and unprotected,
Just there for others to hurt.
There are things within the heart, my heart, that make me feel
My life, with knots and frayed ends and dead ends...
When I look back it shows the mistakes and shame.
The wounds that I've caused, and the scars healed over.
Leaving me with a feeling of
The emotions within me that I can decipher,
The things that I wish to say but I don't bother leave me with a feeling of helplessness.
That helplessness, being a weakness, invades my mind making it,
The trust, which I desperately wish to have without being hurt,
Further convinces me that I should stay hurt.
Stay hurt and wounded to be more cautious.
But I can't. I'm-
All these things,
My heart, my life, the emotions and my trust,
All form this thing of complicated webs and knots.
You can try to undo me, try to make me unravel.
I've tried. But it only gets more-