𝑎 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑛 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑒
𝑎𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑤 𝑢𝑝 , 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑡ℎ 𝑜𝑓 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑝𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑟
𝑦𝑒𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑠𝑡..

Sometimes I think
If you could tear open my chest
I'd be ashamed to know
You'd see the darkness of my heart
There's been a lot said and done
It's flourished inside me as black as tar
My brain has picked them up
And rotted away
It's grown mould over the incidents
And I've gotten carried away
In the hatred I've harboured
The interpretations led me on
I've become sad and miserable
And even when you tried to be good
Being around you became unbearable
I was depressed and paranoid
This person I've become
I've always wanted to avoid
Slowly I'm trying
To wash away the dirt
Forget what happened
Stop crying
And smile and thank you
To compliment you when I can
I'm trying to be the better person
That's my plan

miles mean nothing to a heart that is pure
words penned in grace, sent to ether
give heartease to the overstretched
sowing stiches of understanding
in tapestry threadbare

little suns and stars
shining bright in love and hope
from face unseen and adirondack chair
gives strength to one down, from down under
allows grief, the words needed the abilty to care
for these simple gifts, no payment required
from the heart open to care...

I.
I sat in bed
With my monsters
Conversing about
Their favourite
Taunts in my head.
We play at the
Bottom of a lake
Making lists of
All the ways I'm
Going to drown.

You can say you made me,
Created me all you want,
But the truth is
I’ve always built myself,
This has been the finest creation I’ve made with raw hands.
All you ever did
Was stamp me down,
Keep me squashed
Under the weight of your narcissism.

But I’ve grown strong,
Bashed and wriggled and crawled out
From under your gloomy shadow.
And I’m shining again.
A certified self-made masterpiece.

they couldn’t see past my smiles.
my hurt was invisible to them.
they didn’t see the blood drip on the tiles.
my wrists burning from the blades.

they saw a happy face,
but didn’t know my pain.
I would find myself pace,
with a gun rested on my lips.

they never heard my cries
or how i would scream for help
i was ready to die,
but you never noticed.

they were oblivious to my troubles
so i’m more dependent on myself.
even if the signs weren’t subtle,
i’ve moved on from my struggles.