My knees never heal
But why would they?
If every time I fall
I land on them every day
I’ve never found a pillow
Where to land safe
Or a back-up net
To save me when I fail
Once I hit the ground
I push myself up
Recollecting little pieces
People were stepping on
No one came to help me
Especially who I more waited for
Some said I was faking
That my knees had fake blood
All I saw were tears
Dropping from eyes
All I felt was pain
Deep inside my heart
I wiped my blood away
And that day I learned
To never hope to find a pillow
If I didn’t put it there myself
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