i once took shame in this struggle.
closed blinds,
empty body
'nobody needs to know'
believing myself to be a burden, i buried myself.
i spent years decomposing,
cold and unrecognizable.
a fossil of my former self.
but now i hold the shovel
and free myself from this earthen cage.
i am beginning to understand that there is beauty in asking for help,
and i have planted the seeds of self love.
watch as they grow roots and blossom
-here's to a fresh start
Feb 2, 2021
Feb 2, 2021 at 11:50 AM UTC
i am ignited,
flames of fear lapping at my feet.
i try to cry out, to ask for help
but ash fills my mouth.
bitter,
much like my regard for myself.
mind made of matches, i am my own arsonist.
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 12:02 PM UTC
why must you compare pain
someone can drown in an ocean
while someone can drown in a pond
the point is,
they both drowned
Dec 17, 2017
Dec 17, 2017 at 8:57 PM UTC