“The pain of having it might be better than thee pain of losing it”
You said as you gripped onto the glass shard in your hand
“It used to be something else before it broke.”
You say not knowing what to do with it anymore
If the shard of glass only serves you pain it’s not worth holding onto
Let go
You have to let go

Bruised Heart and Spilled Milk
Lie to Me
Tell Me I'll Be Fine
Choke on your Words
And Watch Me Die

Dear Loneliness,
I don't write letter very often
But since you cling to me like a shadow, I’ll give in.
You're always there,
You scatter those I love like leaves in a storm.
You never leave me
And those who tried to stay
Are gone
Yet you remain
Watching me sob at the night
I feel so lonely but am I really alone?
Dear Loneliness, though I curse at your name, you're the one who stayed
                                                                        Sincerely
                                                                                               Thirty Nine

Lonely but not alone
Or
Alone but not Lonely

My throat is raw and ******
Yet I'm still screaming
Because it seems the Lord hasn't heard my prayers yet

A masterpiece you were about to finish
Left alone because of your fear of failing

"All parents are like this"
You said annoyed at your child's 'sensitivity'
Then wonder why your child wont become a mother or father
They won't risk becoming the thing they fear

“This is happiness”
You said with such pride
And if that’s true
I rather be sad my whole life
Than feeling your ***** touch on my body again.

Certain death
Never came
So I left Them a message to call me back

His chains were broken
So glad he was free
He tried to flee
This wretched place

Not knowing he was still in a cage

Daddy's on his knees praying to the Lord above
Mama curses under her breath choking on love
The smallest hands are now the coldest
And cute cries are silenced
A life smaller than their height
Yet felt heavier than their weight

Im sure time heals
But at the moment
What will help
Is a real ******* apology

She was a poet
And a artist
She played piano for 2 years
But quit
Because she hated it
No no that wont sound good on a application
Maybe...What about this:
Shes a poet
Who knows how to cry (professionally) and has been doing it for more than a a decade
An artist who never creates masterpieces
And with a lot of experience with quitting