I like red roses because
I think they are pretty
Just like every person
On this earth right now
Except me,
And I know I promote self-love
But I have so much self-hate.
Well maybe one day
I will feel beautiful,
But for now I will help you
Instead.

I lost myself
In my own world
Where my thoughts
Are murdered
With unspoken words
Where there's a war
Going on
Between my body
And my soul
Where I try to
Scream and shout
But there's just no way out.

A cloud rumbles from above,
Rain drips and drops.
Each water molecule falls,
Crashing into rooftops and window panes, slipping through leaves, landing on gravel.

One lands onto an open page of a book, half-read and abandoned.
Ink begins to run, words blend together to form the unspeakable.

I think the saddest part is that if you were to come back, I'd be with you in a heartbeat. Sure, everyone would understand, but if you came back, my mind would never forgive you for the way my heart shattered.

i have been called
'broken'
so many times
that sometimes i
still find myself
picking up pieces of
who i used to be
off my bedroom
floor