Life is hard
You're allowed to make mistakes
Youre allowed to have days where you don't want to get out of bed
Youre allowed to feel sad
Don't be so ******* yourself <3

Delicate fingertips grazing skin,
Like soft touch upon wildflower petals,
Holding sunshine within tender palms,
This contact creating blissful flowers,
blooming in lungs once deprived of oxygen,
Your light reaching the dark abyss inside,
Once so desolate now thrives with life

As my psychologist said "see you next week" I silently questioned... but will you?

He said "youre with me"
And in that moment I felt at home in this word which makes outsiders of us all

Gettin up and hating every ray of sunlight streaming through your window because it means you have to get up and fight through another day

Tired heart weakly pumps
This desperate blood around my body
And my brain cries, please no more
There has been too much trauma here
It is now easier to let go.... than attempt to save this

Its alright ma, i only want to die a little bit
To feel like for that brief period of time i have wings
Or maybe a choice, that i could control my life
Even if that choice is the last one i make
Its okay ma, i just want to soar like you told me i could, instead of feeling like a sinking ship