It doesn't take much to be a broken person,
consumed by suffering and pain.
For being broken becomes a person's identity
in a way that is impossible to explain.
Sometimes, but not always, a broke person
is given the power to heal.
Their given strength and guidance
and the ability to truly feel
......
I'm trying to find a new perspective of me;
To learn to accept my mountains, valleys, and plains.
To learn to find beauty in my own landscape.
To develop a whole new panorama of the world.
My struggles really started...
When I was just a kid...
Running the streets and getting in trouble...
For everything I did...
I wanted people to like me...
To have friends and be really cool...
But I always felt like a outsider...
Alone, every day after school...
......
blinding power trips
assumptions and conquests
i never said i was available
but you presume i’ll come
i never gave you permission
but entitlement doesn’t need approval
i didn’t say anything at all
but you pushed me through the wall
maybe it was my fault
frozen or fluid
......
No one really knows me the way you did. I don’t really let people see that side of me. I’m not sure I know that part of me anymore. I wonder if you remember. I wonder if you knew that part was sacred. I wonder if you care.
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I despise the ocean
but this girl in my head does not
She is not afraid to love
and she is not afraid to rot
And if it can't be perfect
then it shan't be done at all
Tip back in your chair
Slam your head against the wall
......
blinding power trips
assumptions and conquests
i never said i was available
but you presume i’ll come
i never gave you permission
but entitlement doesn’t need approval
i didn’t say anything at all
but you pushed me through the wall
maybe it was my fault
frozen or fluid
......
It doesn't take much to be a broken person,
consumed by suffering and pain.
For being broken becomes a person's identity
in a way that is impossible to explain.
Sometimes, but not always, a broke person
is given the power to heal.
Their given strength and guidance
and the ability to truly feel
......
My struggles really started...
When I was just a kid...
Running the streets and getting in trouble...
For everything I did...
I wanted people to like me...
To have friends and be really cool...
But I always felt like a outsider...
Alone, every day after school...
......
No one really knows me the way you did. I don’t really let people see that side of me. I’m not sure I know that part of me anymore. I wonder if you remember. I wonder if you knew that part was sacred. I wonder if you care.
Continue reading