I love coming home with bruises,
or cuts and scrapes,
maybe even waking up with them,
whether it was from a sport,
school or work,
i love falling asleep
to the echoes of people who yell at me
throughout the day,
and i love dreaming of
seeing people turn their backs to me
pretending like im not there,
i love waking up with less
feeling of purpose everyday.
I love it,
because it reminds me of what I deserve.
