Don't tell me you are going through stuff
That's why you don't talk much
Don't tell me it's been ******* you
When you make everything seem fine

Don't tell me that we fell off because
I didn't want to take anymore
Don't tell me that **** isn't about me
When it could be taken that way

Don't try to gaslight me into thinking
That I'm the problem, that it's your
Problems that are what matters
And I'm the one that pushed you away

When I struggle, when I cry when I'm
Going through **** and my **** ups
My circle knows about it
My circle talks to me

I reach out and say i need a line before
I sink beneath the waves coming up to
The chin as I struggle to breath

My circle stands around me and lifts me up so I'm not falling
My circle is small and close once I realized that not everyone cares

My circle knows everything about me

So don't gaslight me saying I'm the problem

When you aren't in the circle and don't want me there

I never thought finding myself
Would lead me to this point
Love yourself before someone else?
Still not quite there yet

But I've made progress
I've moved closer to it each day
With every sunrise breaking dawn
With every moonlight shining

I've come out like a bass drop
Unexpected, unimagined
Everyone taken by surprise
Except me

Because I'm finding myself
And the only person it matters to
Is me and myself
I'll March to the drum of my own heart

I'm finding myself

Care to join the adventure?

From a early age we told about consent
Boys you need to get consent before ***
Girls if you don't give consent than it's
****

Everywhere we are taught that getting
Consent is the most crucial thing
But only when it comes to girls
And not when it comes to boys

Society doesn't care if the boy doesn't
Give consent or doesn't want to do it
And females don't care about you only
That they want it in the moment

Society doesn't care about the boy
What he goes through after this
Society tells him he's weak or he must of
Enjoyed it so it's not the same

Society has twisted it all to focus on one
With her walking around thinking of the One Night Stand, on her way to the next
Without me as a second thought

I'm laying here dealing with the
Depression, anxiety and PTSD
Of the one night she doesn't remember
Trying to become whole again after

Being *****

Write day and night like you're running out of time?
How do you write like tomorrow won't arrive?
How do you write like you need it to survive?
How do you write every second you're alive?

These sentences and beats flow
Through my ears, into my heart
Why do I do this?
Why do I constantly write?

So that someone may read it?
Is it keeping me alive?
Will tomorrow actually arrive?

I don't have these answers
But I wish I did
Until I have the answers though

I will write like it's my last source of

Life

Taking up my entire forearm
As a reminder to myself
The little girl growing up so fast
That I'll see again soon

It not only is the image of her name
And symbolizing my love for her

But as a reminder to myself
To live for her
To make it to a point in life
Where she will remember me

To be proud of me

I put the Rose on my arm as a reminder

The crown sat in the shadows for years
Hidden away thought to have disappeared
But you knew where it was
It always calls to you
Because no matter what, you never change
The king of broken hearts
Forever wearing the heavy crown
Of alone and heartbreak

But can't tell you how to do it
It's the hardest thing to do
Especially after a heartbreak
How do you love yourself?
I wish I knew

Songs are sad
Due to my past?
Maybe just how my heart is?
All my poems have a tinge of
Heartbreak
Coincidental?
Or just the remnants of this old heart