Sometimes the thoughts threaten to haunt parts of me that have seen the sun in all its glory
Sometimes the thoughts threaten to hang me
Sometimes the thoughts question the love I have for my body, and all I’m left with are a couple of hmm’s and Ahh’s that don’t put much of the broken, I feel, together.
Sometimes I want to hand my heart out to strangers,
Hoping they’d love me far better than any of you ever could
Sometimes the world scares me and it takes great courage for me not to hide behind closed doors
Sometimes I want to speak poetry that breaks hearts and fuels the ache
But I’m usually left with a couple of words like,
“I’m sorry I have nothing to write,
I gave you all the words that formed my body, and now I am nonexistent.”
Sometimes the thorns wrapped around my heart force blood out of my mouth and it takes me awhile to remind myself that I don’t have to drown in my own sorrows
Sometimes all I’m left with are a couple of papers that are filled with excuses of why I can’t reach the stars
Sometimes it hurts to try
Sometimes it becomes too much as if the world is weighing on me
Sometimes it’s hard to make out the words that lace people’s tongues because all I’m used to is bitter promises
Sometimes I reach my limit, and I’m standing at the edge of a cliff hoping that the dive crushes all the demons that continue to shadow me
Sometimes I remind myself that it’s all about the pains,
How we perceive them
Make something of them
Create with them
Most times the world’s a little dim but I have to see the light, because what’s there to live for, if not that?