i am ignited,
flames of fear lapping at my feet.
i try to cry out, to ask for help
but ash fills my mouth.
much like my regard for myself.
mind made of matches, i am my own arsonist.
why must you compare pain
someone can drown in an ocean
while someone can drown in a pond
the point is,
they both drowned
sick of people saying others have it worse than me and i need to stop complaining
i once took shame in this struggle.
'nobody needs to know'
believing myself to be a burden, i buried myself.
i spent years decomposing,
cold and unrecognizable.
a fossil of my former self.
but now i hold the shovel
and free myself from this earthen cage.
i am beginning to understand that there is beauty in asking for help,
and i have planted the seeds of self love.
watch as they grow roots and blossom
-here's to a fresh start
here's a poem i wrote around 1 1/2 years ago and never posted
— The End —