' 'deep' 'mental health’; 'being different'
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You would rather ban a tik
Than ban a tok
One does damage control
The other causes damage
You claim protection
BUT in reality
It's detonation
A child’s crayon
bent, worn down
flakey, smooth
she has used it
for all her notebooks
Health is wealth
Health is wealth
Brush your teeth
Comb your head
Take bath
Go to school
Then go to bed
Everytime I hear you jokes
My blood begins to boil
Because their not really that different
But kind, genuine, and loyal
They may have to sit out sometimes
Every dayEvery momentEvery time
I look in the mirror
I see a facedefeatedwhen I should see a facewar torn and victorious
Trying to avoid this calamity
Can’t seem to outrun this insanity
Barefoot walking through a city of glass
I was so open,
Legs open,
Heart open,
But mind closed to the idea of
Your deception.
Of
How you
I feel like I’m in a dystopia
Called America.
Known as the
Land of the free,
Land of
proposed
Dreams.
Intimacy is foreign to me
It’s the company that I long for
It’s the friend who knows
My needs
And no
I don’t mean
While everyone fell asleep
I stayed awake
Writing until my hand ached
Letting it all out
The paper can’t judge
I look in the mirror and see the little girl that was so excited about growing up and I wonder what she would think of me now with tears in my eyes and cuts on my thighs.
Wake me up when it stops
When she says " it happened because of a reason"
When i'd be able to say " I forgive you"
When I can look at her and say " Mom you good"
When I won't be ashamed to say" I am good now Mom".
It isn't enough I thought as I threaded through the darkness
In my own mind all of the pain and suffering wasn't my fault
The instant the world halts at the sharp sting of truth
A truth, hidden in the dark crevices of doubt and fear
Nursed by trepidation and a series of unfortunate circumstances
