My unspoken rule of life is eternal isolation.
My sensitivity training has gone out the window...
Everyone thinks that I have forgiven myself for my...
but just because it appears so, doesn't make it...
If I am honest,
this newfound freedom is just a blind thought...
It's so hard to show my face around lately,
acting casual whilst trying impossibly hard...
I'm done with the crying,
done with the fear...
I don't want any more scars on my skin
that bleed out his name...
If you take out all the anger
And you lay it on your skin...
Promise you won't let go-
when I slip into the darkness...
11:21 pm and sorrow hits me
again, again and again...
Colors of golden green shades
cradle aching bones, as I daydream...
These are words I never thought I'd learn to say,
but I don't want to fall again...
I sometimes feel lost behind my trusted mask,
realising that saying I am okay...