This is our screams that we cover beneath blankets
And pencils that bleed our pain on blank paper
The scars we hide because we thought the people we held so close to us
Are nothing but beautiful people that don't belong in our world we call "disastrous"
The medicine bottles that entice us every second of everyday
Only for us to shut ourselves in our washrooms
In fear of not the 20 or so pills we'll gulp down
But how we can't control ourselves
And by the time the last pill is gone
There's no turning back
...
Loneliness is underrated
A word used way too many times
We throw it around as if it's as light as a feather
The mourns muffled under jokes upon pillows upon broken glasses upon dented walls
Should suffice
That loneliness
Is an enemy to us all
...
It's okay to feel like this
It's okay to hurt
To die a couple times here and there
To cave in and sob
It's okay
To fall
Because
Beauty comes in all kinds of forms
And ours are going to be full of gashes and scars
With the strength of a warrior
Fighting for their life
...
To all my loved and past loved ones who have shared a part of their broken life
Slowly take a step
Yes it's slow...
But it's progress :)
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Poetry-Poetry -Quotes -Scenarios -Imaginaries -A piece of my heart ( and limb ) -A key to my inner most disturbing thoughts -The passage to my sanctuary Still want to enter? Good luck, I'm currently undergoing a mission to finally understand the wilde...
