These cards are not your own.
You called me a ***** from my first breath.
Extenuating circumstances were but a detail; extenuating being - nonexistent.
This sheltered child that just wanted love and knew no better.
— gay— ******* girl —
wanted acceptance and found it in her abyss.
Where her quirks were labeled earned her outcast. Lines up her calves. Feelings of something other than the terror that ensued.
Listen to your mother - she’ll tell you your worth - a list of pros and cons - calls to the cops - but is it worth her gaze ?
Moms busy in the bathroom.
Were you ready to be a parent so soon?
They see the lines - they smell the cigarette dreams. Do they see your drowning? Do they hear your screams?
(((Isn’t the answer simple?)))
I’ve always had some days
that I dont exist.
I just can’t try anymore.
I can’t be anymore; life's heavy.
When will I go a day and be
able to breathe through;
I’m still waiting.
I’m so happy,
But ******* sad.
It’s never gone away.
I just keep reaching and reaching.
Falling harder and harder every time. Drowning into myself and my suffocation.
It all feels so ******* unobtainable.
Someone made a world for
everyone. Except me.
I’ve never been the one to
It’s the world around
That seems to
But with you;
a tear from your eye causes my entirety to
My love, you’re my world.
My existence summed up into a person.
can that possibly be
You hold my heart in your palms
I’ll have it no other way.
in a few words;
after a million lies.
in a couple minutes;
the glass closet fell away;
in a few words;
I was free.
Realizing I'm not where I belong, just where I am.
Realizing I lost my love for myself and I can't pour from an empty cup.
Realizing I'm on my way, but not there yet.
Realizing that breaking someone else, won't build me.
Realizing that caring, isn't always easy, nor will it repair anything.
Realizing that eventually these rains will stop and these winds will cease.
When I finally broke; I shattered.
Little broken shards, in my tiny glass closet.
Bloodied and broken.
Shaking with a pain and understanding I had never felt.
A brokenness I needed to know.
An understanding of the way it should be.
In opposition to the way it was.
My glass closet door could be left ajar.