We keep them hidden
From a world that hides theirs

Maybe that's part of the Problem

Where did that me go

All of the darkness
All of the pain
Kept it all inside
Each and every day

Never learned to love
Never learned to care
Never learned to be happy
Pretended to fit in
Every single day

Just a depressed soul

Where did that me go

I never want to know
I just pray he stays away forever
Never to return

But if that me is gone
Who am I Now

Where did that boy was go
So humble and naive
He was so happy
And the world was his Playground

Where did that boy go
Broken
Left in Pieces
Didn't know how to put them back together
So he hid them under his skin

Where did that boy go
Knew that he could speak
But knew no one would listen

Where did that boy go
Lost within his emotions
Hate, love, happy, rage
But depressed is what really was

Where did that man go
Broken, depressed
And just wanted to tell the world his story

Where did that me go

"One day you'll find someone like you."

"I hope not."

your parents
have wounds
they kept hidden
while pushing you
on the swing

now you’re seventeen
squeezing your eyes
shut and daydreaming
about all the ways
you will be better

you can create an ocean
between
once you’ve collected
enough freedom
to dig the pit
(it is reminiscent
of the one in your stomach)

the bridges
are yours to build
you don’t have to be
an island
but you don’t have to be
a punching bag

their wounds are
not an excuse
they do not get
to point to theirs
while brandishing
***** fingernails to
draw blood

but while their teeth
are sharp and their
eyes are dark
their broken skin shows
there’s still a beating
heart
in there
somewhere

maybe when i’m older
i’ll be brave enough
to reach out
and try
to feel it beat