i just wanna feel like breathing is okay,
that it’s safe to stay away,
to never point and blame
anyone else for my problems,
it’s not like my problems
are the only one’s that’ve ever made me feel like
less than I am.
too often what I am feels like a crime
against everyone I love…
and being the crazy that I am,
I want to defend them all from me
and that’s where these
confusing, fucked up feelings
come from
and I just wanna say “game over.”
guna go stick my head in a stove… er
oven,
and call it good.
no reason on earth
a she like me should
have such a hard time
with just existing and getting by.
most times, I get stuck
with nothing left to say,
just an open mouth,
tryna dislodge this ball from my throat.
hoping what I would say will mend it all.
but sometimes I feel it’d be best
to allow for suffocation
and collapse.
and when I wake up in hell, I’ll ask
myself why
I didn’t just see the good for what it was
and why I didn’t appreciate my heart for what it does:
continue beating while broken…
such a valuable lesson in strength.
to not give up despite the length
of my journey.
Yeah, some good learning, coming from the heart:
keep doing what you do,
even after you’ve been torn apart.