March 2019
“So, what’s next?” They’ll ask
“I heal, I grow, and I help others”
It’s hard to write down all my truths
I won’t read them again, but I don’t want anyone else to either
March 2019
Your hands sometimes scare me
Remember to always be gentle
The moment you aren’t or I believe you won’t be
Will be the end of it
I don’t often want to be touched
In my mind there will always be unwanted hands exploring
1/12/2019
I don’t know who I am because I’ve been a play all my life
I made sure to do them right
I see things you can’t
And I wanted to take care of that
So I hide my soul and at the very least
Hold my own
I’ve neglected the monsters inside me
The thing that sleeps in me
It’s killing me
Quiet honestly, from inside out
If you don’t let it take its course
It’ll make you a corpse
So when you let our frustration out of me
Remember, I no longer wear a mask
I’m no longer in the play
The hurtful things you say
Go straight into my veins
The thing that sleeps in me will dig a deeper hole
And tell me to come home
I always tell it no
But I know one day I wont