Random and ADHD to the point of exhaustion, but with insomnia, I am constantly up in the middle of the night, writing lyrics and putting words together in my head. Poetry is one of my favorite things ever, and I love to not only write it, but to help encourage others with it. Some of my best friends are the best at writing, and when I really apply myself, I'm not too bad either. ;D |
I want to sketch your face with my fingers,
Taste your breath on my tongue...
Why do words affect me so much?
Why do his words mean more than anything...
Emotions.
They are crazy, unpredictable, scary...
Cruel people don't look outside of their windows,
And you'd think they'd know where the orphans go...
*This is my mother's story.*
Risen from toddlerhood in a broken home...
These scars wouldn't feel so heavy if you would just look me in the eye. |
Relief exists, I found it when I was cut. |
You bleed just to know you're alive... |