Created: Jul 24, 2018,

Last modified: Jul 16, 2019, 15:11

Their cursed mind
What shall you do Broken children?
Their fears are coming to life
Their blood is boiling,
Their eyes are changing
Their claws are showing,
Their voice is changing
Their skin is breaking
They can’t run
They can’t hide from themselves
The broken children in them can’t wait to play
What shall you do Broken children?
What shall you do?

The answer
There are so many things we hope to fix
This is why we are rather anxious to be and not be seen, I question if we as a collective are ready, and to
be honest some of us don’t know
They want to fix and show
the best of them. Not the perfect
Them, “but a human us”. So much I want.
to repair me. So much I have to fix about myself.

Created: Aug 17, 2019
Last modified: Oct 21, 2019, 21:04

To this day I stopped trying to be ‘someone for somebody
who never thought of me as anyone appreciating or important to them.

Inside I know the space I had for them is now crushed and broken.

I’ve learned that sometimes emotions seem clearer than perception.
and eventually can lead to a heartbreaking revelation.
that someone cherished proves that their friendship was deception.

I mustn’t be sorry for the encouragement and love I shared.
because I know what I offered was itself a dare.
A dare to let someone be a part of me…who didn’t find a reason to care.

I play a dangerous game of letting them in
For them to turn and crack my heart with bullets of steal.

Thank you for being there and for giving me a chance.
You were a ‘lucky’ someone who successfully got a part of the best of me.

Now I’ll throw away the scattered and useless pieces of you.

and have you died in a pool of regret or shall I die because of my decisions?
As we both fall with a pool of precision.