i feel good…
a scary realization for someone who has felt bad for so long.
how long will it last?
i tread lightly so not to break my own heart again.
My inspiration comes from many different avenues as I try to put words to people's feelings
My hands stood still
Breath caught in my throat
I didn’t know
She won’t listen
Oh I’m too young
Excuses. Excuses.
Why didn’t I?
Use my small voice
Are you ok?
My chin presses wearily into my chest, The weight of my head to heavy to hold. The sword in my hand slides slowly to rest, Against my limp ...