Confinement of emotions of the crust of tears that falls between why and how,

Why did u deserve this and how could the blades be so sharp, 

Sharpens with every depth of the incision of a piece of your heart, 

Shaping into a jagged rock that once was the soul of a human being, 

The being of who that circulates love into the atmosphere,

The winds breeze pass the traces of what was there to soothe the countless spirits of life that made them so powerful, 

The struggles of lifting the heavy weights from the bottom of your feet,

which ties you down with crosses of bundled of cloth used to swipe where you once stood,

In the pasture of happiness and self-love, 

Love unconditionally even it doesn’t love you back,

Pressure of countless pricks from the thorns of broken roses,

Given from the chaos of who you gave a piece of yourself to, to be part of a journey you thought never had an ending.