A damaged soul needs time to heal and get up. But it is often mistaken for a slain soldier that lies in the gory battlefield and trampled upon.
It's defeated, but it doesn't die It remembers every feet that trod on it But finds power in the struggle to overcome the pain of being mistaken - deep within It fights another battle which he can't fail to win.
how many layers of heart wallpaper can i use to keep me safe? how many layers of heart wallpaper should I tear before a date? how many layers of heart wallpaper do I buy after being rejected? how many layers of heart wallpaper can shield me from feeling dejected? how many layers of heart wallpaper can help my mind forget? how many layers of heart wallpaper can muddy “I’m sorry” texts? how many layers of heart wallpaper should I wrap around myself?
I peel it off, I put more up, a bit falls off, I’ve had enough
there’s never enough layers of heart wallpaper when you’re already damaged inside.
when you sing, you want it to bloom out of the garden in your bones and out of your heart, and you want it to be like you were thirteen again and you had blooming sunshine in your face
you scaled trees, climbed rocks skinned your knees wild and as brazen as the first kiss you stole from some girl spattered freckles on her face you counted with your lips (you got to 14)
erected a monument out of your garden but it was bare your bones, dried husks
who can pull you out of that water? i can't... neither can she...
a/n: an older piece that i performed some minor surgery on. i originally composed it two years ago on this day. it's not about me. this is about anyone struggling to love who doesn't adequately know how to. this is a plea. a question. a silent wondering. it's been a while. <3
During the storm the lightning falls undaunted towards the earth heedless of the damage it will cause, choosing to come into existence anyway to embrace life. So be your own lightning and trust your vibes.