The feels
There use to be one Not sure what it came from But time has brought more Knives in my back Bottles cast in the tide Knives left by friends The bottled emotions Knives left by "friends" The secrets cast away to be forgotten But they always wash back Some of the knives self inflicted To remember the lesson learned Walking through life with the pain Boiling right under my skin Some knives were taken out Some bottles broken The burden lessened if only for a while Before more are sunk in or thrown out Like the tide it ruses and fall But the thoughts will always be there As a reminder of the good an bad The urge to die but the want to live The fight will never end But then next day is another step Forward or back it's ok I'm still moving and it won't always be the same.