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May 2017 · 238
Bruises
Jay May 2017
I like bruises.

They can be so many beautiful, diverse colors.

Yellow, green,

Something between.

Purple, blue,

Like my emotions too.

They're another set before they form;

These colors are rather warm.

Pink,

Like when I'm at the brink.

Red,

Like when I've lost my head.

And sometimes,

Though not often,

White,

Like the canvas in eyes.

Bruises are beautiful.

Don't you want some too?
May 2017 · 282
You Aren't a Father
Jay May 2017
You say you raised me

But you didn't.

All you did

was break me.

You entirely changed me.

You shattered my soul.

You turned me into a pitiful,

Shameful girl.

You are no Father,

But rather a monster

Who has rights to me.
May 2017 · 237
Eleutheromania
Jay May 2017
I forever want to be

Free

I want to be able to go out and

Breathe

Without limitations

I want to just

Be

I want a world where I can just be

Me

I just want to be

Free

I want to

Sing

Loud and clear

With only nature as

Ear

To my broken

Voice

And my hurting

Words

I just want to be

Free

— The End —