Sitting in a
deep
dark
hole
questioning
whether or not
its possible
to utterly love
again after
failing the
first time.

Cry.
Let the world know
that your in desolation.
Let them know
that they hurt you.
Let them know
how you really feel.

Scream.
Let the world know
that your done being walked over.
Let them know
you never wanted their opinion.
Let them know
you will NOT capitulate to them.

Let me go,
I want to wander away from my home,
From all I've ever known,
But I am scared,
And I am scarred,
And the cold, harsh wind of reality
Burns my flesh
As it rips my wounds open again.
As I grow, I am stretched,
And I am afraid of getting tall.

Growing taller means you will hurt more when you fall.

Growing taller means you must be above what you once were,
Means seeing all that others below you cannot.

Getting taller means growing up.

I am lost in an irate,
extensive sea.
yet I cannot swim.
I try to copy the motions of others,
but I do not have the technique.
I slowly begin to descend
into the raging water.

I cannot help but to question
why people
learn to swim
against a current
when they could
lean back and be free.

I am submerged
in an ocean
of my own making.

Everyday I do nothing,
but try to keep my mind
from the dreadful thoughts
that make my wrists ache
for a blade to slice them
into a ****** art piece.
Yet even though
the art is lovely, I hide it.
I let the world live
in blissful ignorance
not knowing, not suffering
the way no one knows I do.