I thought I could find myself
if I quietly crept back towards her protected...
I try to take another step
but I can't seem to get my feet off the ground...
I start to forget every single piece of me
that I used to take care of and love...
One stormy day something drastically changed,
I knew that was just the start...
I was hurt so many times,
trying to get to where I am now...
Everytime grief entered I went into another room.
A door, a window, the whole house and its gardens...
They were cooking,
for their parents and children...
Neatly lined up 64 little pills
He sighs deeply and steels himself...
My self-love is circumstantial.
My self-worth particularized by events...
Scars are relics I touch with reverence.
Fingers traverse across these marks...
I finally let you go you know?
My heart was full of such sorrow...
Rain droplets making a beat as it hits the ground...
Gaining speed and then eventually slowing down...