I used to light a cigarette Close the door And drink Until my demons went away Now I open the door Pour them a drink And tell them They are welcomed to stay
Never hide the hurt you feel inside to have others accept you Don’t you know that you feeling so much is a beautiful gift?
Evolve from the hurt There is always pain when it comes to transformation
People amuse me in the sense that they are oblivious to life itself And that they choose to be ignorant so that they may not suffer Don’t they know that suffering is the only damn thing in this mad world That makes us feel…
As my bones began to show My hunger faded Until I did not recognize my own reflection Ana praised me and she encouraged me To make the number on the scale lower She was in control Where was I? The happy girl I once…
If you want to write poetry You have to learn to bleed in ink
You act like me feeling too much is a bad thing
Some days I want to heal Some days I don’t The trauma and abuse I faced while young is a part of me It makes me who I am Who will I be if I move past it? The thought of it terrifies me…
Sometimes you have to self reflect on why time after time you allow people to treat you like shit. Maybe the real problem isn’t them but you.
It still stings when someone mentions your name Suddenly the flashback of you is right before my eyes There’s just no escaping you