Like the rain drops when it comes to climbing the ladder
where my happiness awaits I keep on
Falling down, fallin' down

I look at you and reject myself, but for what?
The fact that I'm so easily attracted
and don't even know your name

What makes me turn my head at the first sign of beauty...
Nothing like being rejected by those you deem Gorgeous
Like the rain drops in the sky my self confidence keeps on
Falling down, fallin' down

Mind set on perfection and not completion
Ones heart wants to spread itself thin
Like a puzzle we yearn for the other pieces to our heart

I feel less than interesting, palms sweaty, and irrelevant
To any who have caught my eye
The suppression of my feelings continue
How am I suppose to get up when I keep
Falling down, fallin' down?

but when she drew
that portrait of herself,
it didn't look anything
like her
she drew glimmering green eyes,
yellow flowers in her dark hair,
and a smile
she drew a genuinely
happy girl
and it was that right there
that caused her to
not see the resemblance
because she was so
used to seeing
an emotionless face
with sad eyes
without much character
in the mirror
that when she drew the smile,
she didn't recognize herself

~t.s.

After the bleeding ceased,
I was supposed
to be

okay. There would be no more sharp things
inside me,
and even better,
nothing left for them to slaughter.

(My dead baby, pelted with thorns,
knows why roses
are red.)

Yet
I am still hurting. I
am not empty like I should be.

When the dry ache turns sharp, I still
think
that someone
is kicking their way to my heart.