I live in my head
behind close doors
where I talk to my
thoughts.

in between the roots of my soul,
I've come to understand perspectives
of those who are woken,
and those..
Who are buried.

I've realised,
Pain can be endured
and
accepted into those who
have taken in it and
became friends with it.


Some people don't want to
be helped from the Pain,
and that's completely okay.


Respecting one choices to
suffer or love about it,
I think,
is truly
beautiful.

I gave my soul to her.

She covered up her eyes, and
every word I spoke
came out the other ear.


She sold my soul to an 'addict' of misapprehension.
A boy who won't understand her Love like I do.
A boy who will never hear her pain but
will only look at it.


And whine about his.