are something that I have learned to hide.
Seen as a weakness to my parents, seen as too sensitive.
Grow up, you aren't a baby anymore.
Stop crying, you have everything.

Bottled up inside me I learned to control them.
I learned to ignore them
every time they threatened to burst.
Tears are a luxury we all take for granted.

I've grown to accept this part of me,
grown to accept that tears aren't the enemy.
A part of me will always whisper to myself,
grow up, stop being a baby.

But in the end, we all shed some tears.

i chew on the shards
of my broken heart
wearing out my enamels
bleeding out my gums
devouring the pain
slitting down my throat
you tower over keenly
i craned my neck beaming
doubtful eyes swept over
discoloured lips
crimson stained teeth
but a smile is flattering
so please don't fret
you can trust me
i am fine i am okay
the pain no longer fazes me

being distracted
is not the same thing
as being okay

Okay?
Yes. Okay

When the water reaches overhead,
Your lungs can't gasp beyond the dread,
You've broken down, you've cried and bled,
but don't shut down.

When the floor falls 'way beneath your feet,
Your dry mouth has no words to speak,
The rhythm fails, you missed a beat,
but don't shut down.

I coax you from your corner cave,
I drag your mind far from the grave,
And all I had to give, I gave;
Please.
Don't shut down.

Your heartbeat is caught in a thunderstorm,
You run with a broken umbrella away from winds
That chase you with the hopes to carry you home,
And every time lightening strikes, you realize,
the darkness is only a disguise


The light is closer than it seems