I have so much to say and so little voice left. My mind is cluttered with memories from the past, the numbness of the present and the worries of the future. There’s a tiny house in the back of my head furnished with pieces of my heart and decorated with the letters of my name, yet it is not mine. I don’t have a home within me to hide from the thoughts that haunt me.
My legs are so tired from running. There are no birds singing in the morning, no crickets chirping at night; just the unanswered cries tearing through my throat. Everything melts at my touch and I just crumble at the thought of destroying the world with just a sigh. Am I just another curse?
Unsalvageable.
Nothing can fix me. There are no more pieces to cut to make me pretty. No more edges to fold as to not cut those who dare to love me or show me tenderness. No watercolor is pigmented enough to stain my tears into masterpieces. My skin is full creases. I am so flawed. Just a touch and you’ll end up slipping into my wilderness.
This is a beautiful piece. I wish you love and healing ❤️🩹
you deserve to heal and to be loved, I wish you the best <3 you described these struggles with so much beauty