They come in many
Shapes and sizes
Some are white
Some are pink
Some are brown
and others are purple
Some you can't see
Some are thick
Some are thin
They might even hurt
One thing that they
All have in common is
that they all have a story.
Whether it's from
Climbing a tree
or from crashing a car
maybe it wasn't an accident.
Thought no matter what
Every
Single
Scar
Is beautiful
No matter what you say
or other people say.
They are as beautiful
As the sunset
over the ocean.

Crazy.
Nonsense.
Ridiculous.
Unpredictable.
My mind is full of so
many things at once.
Sometimes it gives me company.
Sometimes it scares me.
Sometimes I wonder if
people live in my head.
It's like a boring office.
Maybe a labyrinth.
or maybe even a roller coaster.
Sometimes I wonder
if my brain has it's own brain
or if it has its own personality.
I do know that
my mind holds my darkest secrets
and that my closet friend
will always be my
brain

Is it red?
Is it pink?
Could it possibly be blue?
No matter the color
It will be the main thing
keeping me alive.
It will also be the only thing
who dares argue
back to my brain.
Sometimes those arguments
are soft and quiet.
Other times it's
so loud it hurts.
In those moments
I wish
I could tear my heart out
and lock it up
in a cage
then throw it
far
far
far away.