you may never be whole again,
But if I can, I'd like to help you
Feel human again

We have all experienced
The harshness of life
At such a tender age

It’s unfair as
It is preparation

We will grow up to be
Amazing and powerful spirits

Strong, feisty
And
Beautiful souls.

The words roll-off
your tongue
like you've been
practising
in front of a mirror

Don't attempt
to humour me

Somehow I
want you
to wear my skin,
try it on
see how it
feels

But at the
same time I
don't wish
such a thing
on my worst enemy

Your jokes
always hit home

You told
each one
with a straight face
how was I
supposed to know
whether you
meant it or
not

You find it
frustrating just
being my guardian
imagine the torment
I go through each
and every day
trapped in this
skin of mine

You can't blame
Him,
so you blame
me

It's
sickening

Youth isn't
an excuse
it's a scapegoat

Please let me be, and grow up

In case you didn't know
The pain you feel,
The fears you have,
The love you give,
Is real.

it's scary being lost.
Feeling lost. Alone.
So cold, you can feel it in your bones.
But the thing about being lost,
You can always be found.
Found by a person. By faith.
You can even find yourself.
If you're out there,
And you want to be found,
If you're READY to be found,
Call out your name.
Someone who can help
Will listen for the sound

And with light wind blowing
I fell asleep to the sound of rain
covered in a cozy blanket
in my lover's arms...

I was afraid..I continued to be afraid..
I tried to bury it..I tried to fight it..now,
I’m learning to let it be. Regardless,
the fear is too deep..it’s so familiar..
I believe I’m right, because it compels..
compels me, to escape freedom itself.