Thorns

Ajax (he/xe)

I am the thorns 

That prick your fingers

While holding a rose.

I am the weeds

That you work so hard to get rid of 

I am the rotten tomato,

That no one cares for.

 

I am the ignored,

The thrown out, 

The pain.

I’m the one no one wants.

 

So I prick myself

On my painful thorns

I destroy myself

So you won’t have to

I’ll throw myself

Off a bridge, building, cliff-

Whatever makes you happiest.

  • Author: Ajax (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 13th, 2022 15:44
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 22
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  • Crowns4Christ

    But often the one that nobody wants is the best, the more beautiful, the better tasting,the sweeter,
    The one that nobody wants is,in reality, the best there is

  • FallenAngel1🕊

    You are made of stardust,wishes and magical things. You bring beauty into the world like when birds sing 🤗🌹🕊🌞

  • GenXer Shamrocker ☘️

    You are important. You matter. You are enough❤️

  • L. B. Mek

    so then, you think yourself a Rose
    how observant
    well then, when you decide to
    blossom
    and find a time and place
    in your life, to free yourself
    of those poisonous roots
    that make you feel so worthless
    we'll be here, to celebrate with you
    till then..
    stay strong, dear poet



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