Why is this still affecting me
I thought I’ve moved past this, what can’t I see
I thought I’ve accepted that it’s just life
Elegant yet painful, like the world’s sharpest knife
Why am I still hurt about things from the past
I thought this feeling would never really last
So why am I still hurt by them
Like pricking a finger on a thorn or sharp stem
I can’t fully explain or put into words
The things that I feel are fluttering like birds
So messy, so confused, so out of place
Longing to be calmed down by an embrace
Overthinking is now taking control
I’ve been losing myself as a whole
Little by little a piece is chipped away
Little by little, day by day