I hear you.
I know you’ve been telling your friends **** about me.
I see people looking at me because of you.
But they don’t know what I know.
They don’t know about what you told me.
And they don’t know me.
But I know you.
I hear you.

i mean aren't i supposed to know
where to go and how to feel
what happens? when i'm abandoned.
on this raft in a sea called my emotions
im afloat but my heart is drowning.
i still alive but the sharks are surrounding.
the same sharks that feed
on the broken moments in my head
AS I LAY IN MY BED
i lay, in my bed and stare at the ceiling
convincing myself its okay to be mistreated
is it

The weight seems to squeeze the air from your lungs
its a feeling that stays, doesn't it

The sharpest weapons are tongues
but they are also the kindest tools

The wielder of a mighty tool brings peace
so listen to the simple still non-still of earth

Breath in deep and use the kindest tool you have on you.

I want to thank you  
for the immeasurable pain
for the nights spent
crying, shaking, remembering
your touch
your breath

I want to thank you
not because you brought me any good
nor gave me any pleasant memories
but because your evil made me
rethink who I am
down to each individual cell
and because of that
I am stronger than I have ever been

I want to thank me
for my unleashed conviction
to pursue my own liberation
in each breath I take
my happiness
not necessarily in spite of you
but because my worth has been
burned into my soul

so thank you
you beautiful *******