There’s a howling ghost deep within my chest
that courses through my veins And refuses to let me rest She screams at me that life is tough, But so are you You wouldn’t have made it this far If it wasn’t true Pick yourself up off the ground It isn’t your home Dust off your crown And go claim your throne So I struggle to stand up And look at myself in the mirror The voice is right, after all A Queen doesn’t have time for tears
I think I was made to do more
than just break
I will spread dirt into every crevice of my broken heart and plant flowers so big and beautiful, that their roots will mend all the shattered pieces back together, and you’ll never be able to see the mess I used to be.
I am proof of life after death.
Time for a new chapter
I am confused by your hand resting on the side of my face. As if you’re holding something fragile, that you don’t want to break.
I am confused by your gentle eyes that stare back into mine. As if I hold every answer to every question you wondered. Like I am your god-sent sign. Could it be true? Could you actually like me Like I like you?
My life is a series of questions with no answers that come at me like a 90 mph curve ball straight to the chest.
If only I was a baseball player, and could decipher one pitch from the next Because the only pitch I can knock out of the park is the question “why are you sad?” And my home run answer is “I don’t know”
Don’t put out the fire in your lungs just because he doesn’t like the flames that pour out your lips