i know it's hard
to wake up
to open your eyes
to not roll over and
cry yourself back to
dreams you never want to-
you never want to
open your eyes again
i know it's hard
to put on your shoes
to pull on your pants
to hide the marks you
thought you deserved
you never want to
hurt again
i know it's hard
to step outside
to feel the chill of
the winter wind
to feel the chill of
people's words
you never want to
listen again
when your bed was
your only friend
and you shared it with
tears and had parties
alongside razors and
heart breaks and
no comfort
when the parties ended
just before you would have
got the door
broken in
when life gets hard
your tears are your friends
and that's okay
you're okay
the razors are only
just as cold
as the rest of the world
sleep for awhile as
the world will soon realize
you are only a
blossoming beautiful
flower