Truth is that everyone is a hater not a congratulator!

Blue as the geography
of footprints across the dunes
quiet as the white music
of a silent moon
like the wind blowing
the soul off the water
the shadows go out
and are lost in the evening
I conclude the hypothesis
of sundown making no sound
while night climbs the vines
where lowing sadness abides
the ritual of tides pulls me under.

Have you ever been abused? Touched in inappropriate ways?
forced to be around people who don't really like you?
Maybe there's a reason why you always go astray.
Have you spent a year choking back tears?
As everyone is so passive aggressive
Do they even care about your hopes, goals and fears?
They probably don't even know why you're thoughts are so obsessive. Your own existence has to run on their terms
You're tired of all that nagging because they see you as a visible germ. Sick of all the bragging about how their life is better when you're not interested at all. You make one mistake and it's like tripping, you make one mistake and no one forgets the fall. In you they have no faith, you found comfort in walking alone because you're birth was a mistake. Others wonder why your heart is stone, but never cry for them, never cry for help. Verbal jabs cut worse than a shark's skin, you must of learned to love yourself.

There was a girl
quite beautiful
who drowned herself
drinking they say
without blinking
like an infant suffocating
while sleeping without care
out where a lifebuoy
floats like a soggy rose
marking the spot
they last heard her
singing while sinking.

silenced by the world

i may never speak again

oh but i will sing

©2016janetaylor

Mere hollow flesh in time exposed in six feet under,
But with every ounce with will and strides can we make a dent in this plain.