Hello poetry I....don't always feel
Like I
Can relate
To anything in any form of creative
'But they say'
Expression is always the way
So I cut myself open
To feel again
Like someone or something that matters
Like money or fame  
I cut my heart wide open to stain
To see myself in my bloodiest
Way again
Like rose petals with stories of
Little white smiles of
People faking their fifteen and pay
While I dream
Some day I could make it over that cuckoo's nest
And finally be me again