*The sky cries kerosine
when it watches us take
our lives and think of
suicide.
It cries kerosine when it
hears us call ourselves
worthless and relapse.
But it also cries tears
of joy the day we get
over ourselves and
pasts.
The day we walk with
our heads held high. The
day we walk with our
hearts full of pride. The
day our sorrows crumble
and die.
The sky sighs as it watches
us believe a little more in
ourselves. As we hold our umbrellas up to protect
our bodies from the fiery
red blazing flames.
And as we walk by the
river side saying apologies
to ourselves for the self
hate and the razor blades
we swallowed and ate after
cutting our own flesh* ~
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 5:46 AM UTC
*The sky cries kerosine
when it watches us take
our lives and think of
suicide.
It cries kerosine when it
hears us call ourselves
worthless and relapse.
But it also cries tears
of joy the day we get
over ourselves and
pasts.
The day we walk with
our heads held high. The
day we walk with our
hearts full of pride. The
day our sorrows crumble
and die.
The sky sighs as it watches
us believe a little more in
ourselves. As we hold our umbrellas up to protect
our bodies from the fiery
red blazing flames.
And as we walk by the
river side saying apologies
to ourselves for the self
hate and the razor blades
we swallowed and ate after
cutting our own flesh* ~
