Blurry Lights

Blade Of Light

Cutting through the dark such as a knife to skin.
She is the blade of light cutting the darkness.
By cutting other people's darkness,
She dulls her blade to use on herself.
By helping others she gets worse and worse.
Leaving this place she is broken by the one who never cared.
She retreats into her soul to hide.
Shading herself into a fake person that everyone knows.
No one cares enough to bring her out.
A dull blade cannot cut enough.
She needs someone to cut her darkness and make her sharp,
For then she will be happy,
For then,
They can sharpen each other.
To make sure neither one will ever hide again.
Cutting through dark such as knife on skin,
She is the blade of light cutting the darkness,
Duller, and duller her blade of light dies.
Until there is nothing left to save.
Time and time again she is lost.
But even shattered things can be fixed,
It all takes time,
And time she will give.
Time, to heal the bonds.
Time, to heal the soul.
Time, to heal the heart.
Time, time, to heal the wounds,
Caused from a blade of light cutting the darkness;
Such as a knife to skin.