Wrong

The world is unfair to you

Because you did what everyone was too scared to do,

Love me

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A Disturbing Question

I am my mother’s child,

Forgiveness on my fingertips

Yet

My mouth is covered with blood

From the screams that weren’t even heard

I am my mother’s child,

Confidence is my birth name

Yet

Insecurities cloud my judgments

I am my mother’s child,

I sleep with patience by my side

Yet

Anger is the only language I seem to understand.

Am I really my mother’s child?

Two of me

It’s like second skin,

Uncomfortable

It’s like blood

Running through my veins,

Two people in one body

The bad

And the good.

One is stronger than the other.

Now,

All I hear is my heart

Beating fast

And whispering ,

SINNER.

I am my own devil.

Grief

You left

With a piece of me

I wasn’t ready to say goodbye to.

I grieve everyday,

Silently.

I’ll never be me again

Without that missing piece.

Rest on

Alone

People talk about how easy it is

But it feels like the hardest thing to do.

They say,

They are at peace

And I ask myself why I’m not.

Why am I finding it hard,

To fall in love with my fears.