What day is it?

They’re all starting to bleed together

I like growing my bangs out

So that they can’t see me cry

They hate it when I cry

It’s a painful sight

Imagine how I feel


Why hit me with your best shot

When you could just try not to hit me

I’m not who I used to be

I am unapologetically me

This hurts, but I know it will be worthwhile

I’ve been washed away

That’s when I found the sweetest shore

The needle in the haystack got swallowed by my heart

I can’t dance without tears in my eyes


How am I?

How am I?

How am I not insane?

All work and no play

Nearly killed me

All play and no work

Also nearly killed me


Awake and asleep at the same time

What time is it?

That’s dominated so much of my life

That it barely matters anymore

Am I starting to deteriorate again?

I swear that I didn’t mean to


I’m always at my best

After I fall apart

Why is that?


Sacred and Unholy

Fallen angels are the new beautiful

Not for their pain

But for the strength

That they possess and spread

Whether or not they know it yet


The flowers blooming on a cactus

Can teach important lessons

The static on the television

Is a home for lost voices

When you least expect it


The snakes lurking in a garden

Can save it

The weeds that they can’t deal with

Make you stronger

Even after they leave

Your love will always shine brighter


I’m good

I’m great

I’m fine

I’m a wreck

I’m not bad

But I could be better

All are okay

Emotional waterfalls are a safe place


Why are broken glass shards of the mind

Treated as society’s trophy

Society’s poison

It’s either be romanticized

Or be stigmatized

No in between

There needs to be an in between

Where it’s more than “demons”

More than “laziness”

He is still human

She is still human

They are still human

We are still human


You deserve to be here

You deserve to genuinely smile

You deserve to conquer your anxieties and fears

No matter how much time it takes

You deserve to have thousands of favorite songs

Your voice belongs

Your wildfires are oceans

Your oceans become rain

Your rain dances through the clouds

Sculpting warmer days


When will they learn

That to truly have a sacred heart

You have to be a little unholy

Your soul and struggles may not be ideal

Aesthetically or reality pleasing

But you are alive

And a part of you always will be