Never change
who you are
just to fit in.
If people don't like
the real you, then
you shouldn't talk
to them anyways.

Not everything needs a poem
Sometimes
it’s already

good enough.

Red were the roses, the ones I left on your casket,
Orange were the leaves, the ones in your tree,
Yellow were the bruises, the ones that covered you head-to-toe,
Green were the stains, the ones left on the hems of your jeans,
Blue were your lips, the day you were found in your noose,
Indigo was the night sky, that night that you died,
Violet was that bruise, the one you wore around your neck

Emotions are like
a piece of paper.
After you hurt someone,
like when you crinkle
a piece of paper,
even when you apologize
they still have marks.
Words never leave someone,
no matter how much you try
to fix what you did.
Never hurt someone else
because they'll never fully recover.

I didn't know who I was
Until I was gone.
Wasted.
Intoxicated.
High.
That's when I found myself.
Outside of the realm of worries.
I sat there,
And I contemplated
And I realized,
I was happy
Even through all the sadness.