Papercut Poem by Victor Osorio

A loser can only dream
This world breaks the light
Time is not what is seems
I'm left staring at the wall
Trying to make sense
Trying not to fall
The fault is my own
I burn inside
She wouldn't even look
I'm lost outside
The chance I took
To let it be known
Departed from herself
Left on my own
It's not easy to deal with
The papercut gift
The sky produces a cloudy mist
The sun cries in my face
The pain crashes on my wrist
The world is lost in a place.