My hands hurt many,
So did my words
Maybe the thing that hurted someone the most might be these
I always thought like this
Till i noticed the scars and wounds on my self
I always hurt myself overthinking
But i never knew i hurt me the most
The one who never saw my value was me
The one who believed me the least was me
And i was the villian of my story
But still i fight hiding everything and believing i am just a crescent moon
And i ought to be a full moon.