scrolling through the internet,
having the mindset,
that we need to fit society’s expectations.

day by day,
our lives waste away,
as we compare ourselves to others,
trying to change ourselves.

life always offers you
a second chance.
its called tomorrow...

why do i crumble
fall into pieces of
oats and sugar
something beautiful
in a white bowl, but
a mess on the floor
when i wake up
in an empty house
why do i wither like
brown leaves
under brand new and
borrowed boots atop
autumn sidewalks
when i’m alone,
i’m alone,
i’m alone
it is not enough
to eat breakfast
however small
to wash my hair with
coconut milk
to not step out into
the busy street;
i freeze before the ice
touches me
i do not allow
the chance to warm
my own hands
i lie down, on
***** sheets,
and wait for someone
anyone
anything
to awaken me

Sometimes so many ideas
are rushing through my head
That I cry tears
Of words