I am seventeen years old
And I’m sitting at the bottom of my tub.
I’ve cracked my wrists open like the windows in my room-
I’m trying to let some light in
I need to breathe fresh air into my body.
this is the only way I know how
I have closed the curtains,
boarded up the doors.
you had a key
And you trekked in mud and pine needles from the giant spruce tree outside.
I pick them out of my hair
And line them up on the side of the stained porcelain tub.
I am thinking of putting out a foreclosure sign in my front yard-
Abandoning these halls and leaving everything but this stained tub behind.
Seventeen is hard and rough,
It had calloused hands and it took things from me I wasn’t ready to give.

- I am twenty now
- And I’ve redone my home and tore out the stained tub

Screams of pain can't be heard in a storm
Nor tears of sadness within in the Rain

Like how writing poetry won't heal our broken hearts
Though they sure as hell prevent us from falling Apart

Slicing our wrists till we bleed and cry
Wont stop this Terrifying pain inside

Putting on a mask filled with beautiful creations
Even if everyone knows its merely an Illustration

Alcohol and spirits only dull our inner feelings
Its a temporary solutions that prevents us from healing

Hardening our shell and pushing people away
Only sets ourselves up to be Betrayed

Relying on drugs and substances unknown
Burdens us down to the very bone

Though we know that these things wont help
We desperately try everything in an attempt to save ourselves

Though some survive and others move on
There are still many fighting, struggling to stay Strong

And so whatever pushes you through the day
The good the bad or whatever comes your way

Get through till the dawn of the morning
That way we won't leave anyone behind Mourning

So through the screams in the storms and the tears in the rain
Just do your best to ignite your Flame

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