in a world where the greater population believe in Jesus more than themselves

my second mouth doesn't have to say a word yet it’s heard louder than words themselves. they leave the scene when they see the obscene face I inherited from my folks. the same kids who are so called into reading, couldn’t tell I was broke.

Then I came to the realization
That I wasn’t really alive
Because I haven't felt how is it
To be *dead

We cry that we are alive, they cry that we’ve died.

Right here in this moment. I’d like to be sealed. An envelope for a future generation, to exhibit how great life really feels

right here in this moment. I'd like to be forgotten. A ripped piece of paper, thrown away, left in the closet.

And you started trailing
leaving me behind

and I am known for failing
so I knew the cue to cry

my dad taught me to never go half way
well I tried to love you fully

but the thing about loving fully
is that sometimes if things are tough

you get washed up

buried alive in the debris of love

“If you ever need to sit by a fire, I’ll be the warmth flying about.”

k.m

DOES YOUR MOTHER TAKE LONG WALKS FOR HOURS TRYING TO COMPREHENDED WHY YOUR LUNGS DON'T SHOUT MUSIC?

DOES SHE CRY REFUSELY WITHOUT EXPLAINING THAT YOU'RE THE PAIN?

SHE'S YOUR MOTHER, SO LOVE HER.

SHE MAY NOT KNOW EVERYTHING, BUT SHE MADE YOUR EVERYTHING