It took me seven years to realise the words in my mind were too deep for my mouth to dig up I thought it was easier to open my skin and let the truth pour down my arms
It took me seven years to realise nobody should be allowed to touch parts of your home or hold pieces of your heart that you don't yet understand
It took me seven years to realise I will wear these scars forever I'll carry them through every smile every kiss every concerned gaze I'll carry them to my grave
It took me seven years to realise the pain carved into the walls of my castle etchings of attempting to disappear are not a story of weakness but a tale of how I survived
Mister I'm not sure how you don't Appreciate The wonderful wacky Being that is me I suppose I could try harder But it's not my fault that You can't see
Pine wafting through the open layout of our house. A million needles waiting to be swept up or hidden under the rug. The curious cat circles the tree both meant to be wild, but now domesticated for the joy of human kind. Why are we so selfish?