Be My Ironman!
Accused to the level of my nothingness I am crushed in like a paper And what could a squashed, crumbled thing do, Filled full of untidy creases and folds? Sometimes I think life's just ended, Oh no it didnot! Im still here... But would anybody miss me?? No never, ever, im sure Im just searching for the day When one could mend me right Where I could find a good steam, Or should I wait longer?! Please dont hurt me anymore Everytime you do , i think its one last time, And yet I realise how fool I am Forgiving forever and ever since. No, I love my soul soo much, I cant let it happen anymore I want myself be healed With a warm big Iron , oh I do Smoothening my wounds Caring for my feelings Listening to every joke I make And Embracing me As What I Am!