Stabber

As an old friend once said “ stop blaming others”. The moment i was set free was my moment of epiphany. I am popetter behind all the demons in my head.

I have been bleeding 

        for many years now

constantly searching for

        the stabber to heal my wounds

I do not look for love 

        to heal my heart 

I search for  the 

           stabber with a familiar face 

Because she haunts me.

          

        

then a notice that the echoes 

         are in the darkest cellar of my mind

                and a dagger in my palm by my side

I am the stabber of my own heart.

Reviews

[hanir]

I like the last part. Its somewhat I can relate to.
Nicely written.