if you are sad do not let it rot inside your heart. scream until your throat is as scratched up as your wrists, let your heart bleed through your lips talking to a stranger, walk through the enchanted woods until your cheeks are stained crimson from the harsh wind. do anything but let the sadness rot, do not bury it, do not bring flowers to its grave. toss it back to the ocean spray but do not keep it.
I was brought into this world
with hope attached to my body.
And even though my heart
was weak, my future had already
been set in stone for me
by those who would find
that as time started changing
so was the person that they
wanted me to become.
i know it’s not that great but it was early this morning and i was writing in almost darkness, but i like it so here it is
4:32am I remember how softly you whispered in my ear like a sea shell harmonising with waves but when i spoke - i screamed into your lungs because i thought if i did it loud enough, your cigarettes would taste like me.