DIARY 010 - a poem

i told and i prayed we’re different

our words slip through our tongues

What’s the difference between nail polish remover,

bandaids, and our blue silhouettes?

and I’m tired of pretending to know heartache

the truth is I don’t think i'm deserving

to have my heart touched

and for someone to care and hate so much

i know, there is ink stains on the brown carpet floor

and I will always need to prove myself first.

before anything else.

i know angst is a facade I hide behind

to feel something close to being

something close to being recognized.

please don’t take apart everything that I’ve ever loved in life.

this the first time I want to stay alive

To be alive