She wrote her words with her blood,
all her scars were fixed points
in the night sky,
waiting to be solved.
Her deepening desire to free her mind
Drove her quite insane.
the things she kept hidden in the brain
were none she could find answers.
The night often prolonged,
And words grew heavy in her mouth.
The hand never had so much exhaustion
When given the chance to write a page.

She buried herself in work
To forget her own existence and problems.
But long were the nights that pain caught her by the shoulders and shook her.
Long were the nights wet with tears and blood.
It was long since she'd felt herself,
But even longer since she felt content.

i want you to imagine:
waking up with heavy appendages,
not loving yourself,
crying until there are no tears left,
and feeling your heart being broken in two.

i want you to imagine:
waking up even though you feel awful,
getting dressed and getting out the door.
waiting by the bus stop with negativity on your mind,
but you don't cry and all you do is smile.
you choke on your tears and you fight them,
you carry on eating,
even though people tell you you're fat,
and your thoughts bring you down.
you keep living,
you keep doing what you need to.

you are strong for being alive when all you feel like doing is dying.

the charcoaled branches freeze in pain,
stiffened from the reddest flame.
the green glisten that hung before,
was nonexistent and no more.
the wild fire was meant to tame.

the tall oaks that stood years of life,
now crumbled from agony and strife.
their whispers are no longer found,
they shut their mouths and make no sound.
they begin to crawl out of their life.

their life is an endless cycle,
of life and birth, error and trial.
they shoot up from the dust of death,
with open lungs and exhausted breath.

their lives have started anew,
with the hope that we will too.
the lesson learned is sweet but short,
all life goes on through pain and hurt.

you dug your hands into my heart,
to plant your tiny seeds,
they blossomed beautifully.
the soil in my heart was washed away with a flood of tears,
and the plants you buried inside of me suffocated my soul and choked me.

there are pieces of my heart missing,
but i can't find them.
i think you hid them from me.
you don't keep them by your bed like you used to.
you've burned my soul,
and i'm dying in the flames.
i want to be saved,
but you're not here for saving.
your purpose is purely for destruction.
i fight my own battles and i fight for a piece of mind.
you fight for nothing and stay inside.

i would do anything for you.
you are my soul, my love, my only.
i would help you at any hour but i don't get any of this same care in return.
you tell me this is not true,
but i see it in your actions.
actions do not speak lies.