I find myself wasting time
with hope of hearing the words...

My voice became lost
because I was never allowed to speak...

Numbness grows colder on my bones,
with every memory I can't forget...

The vicious truth has now been exposed in the open...
travelling vastly through the great vine...

Standing on the scales, I watch the numbers rise,
praying they will be higher than the day before...

My tummy explodes
with colourful fireworks of giggles...

My dreams get darker every night,
as new memories flood my mind...

How will I ever be able to heal my deepest wounds...
when I can't even begin to understand how they got...

At the top of the bottle, what is it that you...
When you drown within the poison...

In the chimney of forced forgiveness,
I choke on the familiar smoke...

I hear you every night
through the whispers in my pillow...

I am currently twelve weeks old
and this world is ever-changing...