I'm sorry I cry so much about it but I literally can't stop

Every day it never changes but it's always something new

Cancer. Heart attack. Stroke. Aneurysm

Stress is eating me alive and there's not much of me left for it to even pick their teeth with

Fear, delusion, panic, obsession

Oppression and compulsion

An ingrained response

Paging Dr. Google. Click the same links. Old information

Old fears

Old tears

It gets so boring after a while. It deludes you into think it's fresh

'That's new.' No it's not. Fears repeat themselves

Wasn't I worried about you a couple months ago?

The reactions are tired

The horse is dead

Please stop

I cannot ever give into despair
If I allow for the pain to overcome me
And swallow up all that I've become
That is no worse than accepting death

I've won this battle once, twice,
Countless times before,
Coming out worse for wear each time
And yet still fighting on the next day

The price of complacency is one I cannot afford, and I will fight this war until it kills me

And there is too little
Not enough softness

And the world may
One day do me in

And cause me to turn
To stone or nothing at all

And yet I am too strong to
Submit to these fears

And life may be hard but
So am I in my softness, my love

And my compassion that comes so
Easily to me that I may care for all

And while I may hurt and feel weak still
Now I know I may overcome all

I don't enjoy writing anymore
Everything I do
Just feels so hollow and fake
I wonder if I am that way too



Pretty words with no substance

Emotionally unavailable
Talks about herself too much
Hard hearted and closed off
Soft and fragile to the touch

She doesn't know what she wants
She should've figured it out by now
We're so proud of our little girl
Why must you let us down?

Soft spoken and scared of everything
Strong willed and able to brush it off
A beautiful young adult
Her appearance makes us scoff

We love our little girl so much
We'll treat her heart like a toy
You can tell us everything
What do you mean you want to be a boy?!

We've been taught from stories that
Love
Is only pure when between
A boy and a girl
Only beautiful when
They are a specific type
Only whirlwind and fantastic when
It's a forbidden affair
And love is a path that is
Straight and narrow

Truth be told
Love has few boundaries
Love is love between people who
Are able to love
Can love
Will love
With all they've got in them
And love
In its purest form
Has no set path