Dirty

 My mirror is dirty

And I can’t wipe it clean

I know my worth

But that’s not who I see

How can my body

God loves so much

Not be the one 

you yearn to touch? 

Day after day

I fight an urge

To mar the image

The painful surge

“Why are you on your phone so much?”

 It’s the easiest way to turn off

The voices in my head

Makes my mind go numb

And my thoughts go dead

A way to stop the torment

Of constant stress and strife

Forgetting responsibility 

Pressing pause on life

But to turn off the bad

You turn off the good

For love needs pain

My mind understood

 

I feel like I no longer write or do things of creation.

Worries have crushed my sight, destroyed imagination

Broken

 It hurts

Please don't make me stay

I just need pain relief

Even for one day

I cry

I'm not strong enough

For the valley ahead

There's more pain than love

Fix me

I'm much too broken

To be light in this world

I'm much too broken

 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.

Are you ok?

 I watched her fall

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 King

 i am broken

my heart of glass has been cast upon the ground

it has been trampled until it is nothing but dust

i was told by my King that this world would hate me

i had no idea how much

i cling to the promise that one day i will be made whole 

this promise is true

i do not matter to this world

it does not love me

the world is only my temporary home

i complete the tasks my King has set before me

and the world may never know my merit