1. The first time your heart broke you were eight years old and you didn't know what was happening. Oh child, do you still believe your own hand wielded that sledgehammer?
2. When I see you, I have two thoughts: you are the strongest; you are the weakest. You are beaten down but parts of you remain unbroken and you hold your bloody head up with shameful pride.
3. If you're going to break, shatter the walls around your heart. Love is not the enemy for all that it keeps you here.
4. Maybe no one ever told you, but you're allowed to feel, even if all you feel is darkness and pain. No one told you you don't need fixing, perhaps; maybe all you need is those shattered walls, broken from the love hurled like explosives from those around you.
5. Oh child, let yourself feel.
Showing posts with label abuse. Show all posts
Showing posts with label abuse. Show all posts
Thursday, October 27, 2016
Monday, March 10, 2014
I Found these Metered Words at Last
My mind has decided
My heart follows its call
I wish now to die
To stop living, forever, at all
My words beat all around me
Living ink spots the air round my head
Reminding me always that
Love and care worthless are
My heart it is empty
It is Nothing I hide
You love a bright mask
But nothing lives inside
I used to be full
I remember it well
Before the darkness
Stripped fullness away
It was not abuse
That emptied my soul
But your lack of belief
In whatever I was
The abuse of course helped
It whispered words in my ear
It proved I was worthless
A husk nobody could love
So I made up a mask
And I changed it at will
I made friends, made them laugh
They could not see my void
So what I have left
Is nothing at all
I am not, I love not
Never can, never will
My heart follows its call
I wish now to die
To stop living, forever, at all
My words beat all around me
Living ink spots the air round my head
Reminding me always that
Love and care worthless are
My heart it is empty
It is Nothing I hide
You love a bright mask
But nothing lives inside
I used to be full
I remember it well
Before the darkness
Stripped fullness away
It was not abuse
That emptied my soul
But your lack of belief
In whatever I was
The abuse of course helped
It whispered words in my ear
It proved I was worthless
A husk nobody could love
So I made up a mask
And I changed it at will
I made friends, made them laugh
They could not see my void
So what I have left
Is nothing at all
I am not, I love not
Never can, never will
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
Loss of Innocence
Who told your song to go,
Little boy, little girl?
Who told your dreams to wait,
Little girl, little boy?
Who told the stars not to shine,
Little boy, little girl?
Who told your shame to hide,
Little girl, little boy?
Who told your fears to grow,
Little boy, little girl?
Who told your secrets to be mute,
Little girl, little boy?
Who told your trust to flee,
Little boy, little girl?
Who told your arms to bleed,
Little girl, little boy?
Who told your mouth to close,
Little boy, little girl?
Who told your body to be touched,
Little girl, little boy?
Who stole your innocence,
Little boy, little girl?
Little boy, little girl?
Who told your dreams to wait,
Little girl, little boy?
Who told the stars not to shine,
Little boy, little girl?
Who told your shame to hide,
Little girl, little boy?
Who told your fears to grow,
Little boy, little girl?
Who told your secrets to be mute,
Little girl, little boy?
Who told your trust to flee,
Little boy, little girl?
Who told your arms to bleed,
Little girl, little boy?
Who told your mouth to close,
Little boy, little girl?
Who told your body to be touched,
Little girl, little boy?
Who stole your innocence,
Little boy, little girl?
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