Self harm Isn't just slit wrists Cuts on your arms Putting out cigarettes On your thighs Self harm Is ignoring the storm Never seeking calm Letting the weight inside Pull you down It's papering the cracks Ignoring the fact That you've fallen down And you lack the strength To get back up On your… Continue reading Self Harm
However hard it feels Each time that you fall See it as another chance to rise Each blow life deals No matter how painful Is another invitation to fight The world may beat you down But it can never keep you down If you only remember That you've always a reason to fight So… Continue reading Rise Up
I am a mirror Held up to society Allowing it to see its true face The anger I show Is only a reflection of what I see The hate I feel Is no more than a reflection Of what has been shown to me Inspired by this photo:Photo by Alex Iby on UnsplashAlex Iby
I am neither here nor gone But floating somewhere Between the two Listless Aimless On the fringes of emptiness Barely holding on If it were not for you I would have let go long ago Drifted away Yet I stay For as long as I have something Someone To hold onto So please don't ever… Continue reading Holding On For You
Do mirrors ever lie? Is it possible for them to trick the eye? Show an untrue reflection A false illustration Of the one who is looking Trying to catch a glimpse Of themselves? Should we trust implicitly The person that we see? Or should we question The manifestation Staring back at us? Treat it… Continue reading Do Mirrors Lie?
Tell me What do you see Your prophecy Of what will be What does the future Have in store Around the corner Behind the door Which once opened Cannot be closed Please tell me What I should choose As my next move Now you mean to tell me That you can't see What lies in… Continue reading Prophecy
Whenever I am silent, please force me to talk.
This is more Than a schoolboy crush This is more Than just teenage mush This is more Than infatuation This is more Than a healthy obsession This is more Than I've ever felt before This is love In its purest form
I would rather be a misfit Than just another plastic Factory-made and generic Synthetic doll It's better to be eccentric Than another systematic Emotionally static Robotic being I'm a free spirit Not built to a schematic I'm an unapologetic And unique guy
Don't talk to me of rectitude Such a construct can't exist Who's to say what's in the rules; How our lives should all be lived? It's our personal decision What's wrong and what is right No stonewall indiscretion It's not written in black and white It's not for you to judge me Force… Continue reading Rectitude