Let me take your pain
I can carry the burden
Your mental health was never a game
I can't sit by
and hear you hurt yourself again
While my heart dies a little more inside
I'm already broken so whats a little more
Use my body as a canvas
Decorate me like you do to yourself
Behind the closed door
Do it me but leave yourself
Carve maps on my skin
Make a line from your state to mine
Let the blood make a pact
that we will never be apart
As the red trails clot
And tears stream my face
I will cry for every permanent tally mark
That reminds you how you got to this place
I cant take it anymore
If i cant help you
then what am i good for ?
So put your burdens all on me
Your too young for this
I want you to feel
what its like to finally be free
While you sleep, I'll hold you tight
I will stay up all night and protect you
Sleep little one...
Your nightly demons this time I'll fight
I will take it all
No matter the hurt
No matter the pain
I cant watch you fall

.
Light hits my retina
through the prism of a tear,
distorted faces pass
with images fragmented
inside out
and the smell of tallow
as a candle splutters,
falters and winks out
for the wick collapses cruel
like a hamstrung dancer.
The tear exits stage left
and rolls down the wings
of a thoughtless cheek,
teeters on the brink of catastrophe
and falls upon a blank page,
reviewing its brief life
as a lazy metaphor,
so I look at the remaining solitary candle
and grieve for the lost tear,
as an understudy takes its place.



© Pagan Paul (28/05/19)

They’ll check your wrists,
But not your thighs,
They’ll check your smile,
But not your eyes
They’ll avoid the truth,
Believe the lies,
Nothing to sooth,
No reason to cry,
Our smiles are bright,
Eyes are a bit dull,
Wrists are clean despite,
The blade with an emotional pull,
And we’re emotionally unstable,
But they say that’s okay,
We are all a bit of a riddle,
But that’s the only thing we can convey,
And the world will open to swallow us up,
But that’s okay, at least our habits remain,
And when their arms finally open up,
We will show them the reflection they taught us to shame,
So we paint a smile with the color of red,
From the thighs they didn’t check,
And from our eyes we bled.
And they'll only understand,
When the noose hold us by our necks,
And if they had thought twice,

Maybe our eyes they would have checked.

Life took away her wings
A vital and precious piece of her
She laid there, defenceless and vulnerable
She had encountered life at its worst

What is a butterfly without her wings
No appearance to hide behind
She had to live with what was left of her
Life sadly had not been kind

She questioned who she was
With her new inability to fly
Her newfound lack of freedom
Awaited a fate she could not fight

Without her wings, she began to crawl
Reverting back to a childlike state
For an end gives rise to a new beginning
Her positivity was something innate

Her downfalls made her climb higher
Pain didn't bother her anymore
Her fear to fall had diminished
She was stronger than before

Her fighting spirit emerged out of her
Giving form to new wings
Her tears nurtured and shaped them
She began her new chance at living