Dull ruts and periodic lulls, cast
Iron wrought.
A life of sea salt;
Choking on ocean foam, walking
On rusty bones
Sifting through ashes.
It's all growing old

Beat down, but still around
My school days
Kicked and punched
All at once
Wounds with scars
Called out many times not my name
Totally lame
Tormented
I was saw as weak
Being easy to defeat
I deserved to be picked on
People’s wishes
I tried to remain strong
I even tried to get along
The bullies weren’t going to have it
I had to fight to survive
It was all in my stride
Reasoning definitely didn’t work
It took all of my Faith to win
Suddenly the bullying came to an end
Overcame
Fulfilled
Destined
I proved unstoppable
Unbreakable
Victory
My story
Defined glory

Did you notice I was gone?

I beg each doctor to tell me what’s wrong
“He said I’m crazy that I need help that I’m mentally insane.
Tell me please what parts of me i shouldn’t retain”
They stare at me with pity in their eyes
only to always give out the same lies
“The love you feel is a symptom from your mom.
You know death waits for no one you’ve known this for long.
Each interaction, every conversation, you treat it as if it’s your last.
Nothings wrong with you dear.
You love hard because you know what it means to lose someone fast.”
They won’t tell me the truth
They won’t fix me
Only asking why the blame
Must solely rest on me.
It has to be my fault.
Doesn’t it?