Wooden House

You step outside your wooden house

Into a world that is so unsure

Hoping to fill the void

Left within your broken heart

 

Out beneath the stars

Little voices of the night

Whisper in the wind

Calling for you to come and play

 

The moonlight dances on the lake

Making you feel wide awake

Shadows lead you to a path

Covered in the moonlit glow

 

Cautiously you make your way

To a land that’s so far away

Leaving all your fears behind

Marching to a beat divine

 

Flowers grow upon the path

Voices calling out your name

Trees begin their sacred dance

Swaying in the breezy night

 

Life appears before your eyes

Making you feel hypnotized

Slowly you leave your trance

And wake up in your wooden house.

Society

Look in the mirror

Don’t like what you see

Decide to change

Become like everybody

Learn how to use

Makeup to change

What people see

Slowly becoming

More mainsteam

Day by day

Stop eating food

Need to be a size 2

Get your weight down

Your head in the clouds

Start drinking beer

Want to fit in

Can’t stop it now

Because you’re addicted

Learn how to fuck

Does it feel good?

Don’t really care

As long as someone’s there

Now you’re all broken

But at least you fit in

The world is your playground

But you no longer care

Do You Really Know?

I don’t wanna cut

But I feel like I need it

To make me somewhat happy

Or at least feel alive

Why do I feel this way?

Why can’t I be normal?

 

I want to calm down

I want to talk to someone

But I don’t know how

My anxiety takes over

And my mind just shuts down

 

I feel like I’m drowning

With my feet on solid ground

I want my life to end

But I’m not ready for goodbye

 

Is this all that life is?

Constant pain and darkness

Is there more than broken feelings

And the need to be alone?

 

Are people actually happy

Or is it all for show?

Do you feel alive?

Do you really know?

Breath

Take a minute

Take a breath

Look at your life

Are you satisfied?

 

Do you love

What you do?

Or do you do

What you must?

 

Is your life

Like a dream?

Full of happy

Beautiful things?

 

Do you feel

Like you’re worth

The time you have

Upon this earth?

 

Do you fill

The world with joy

Through your smile

And happy hugs?

 

Or do you feel

The opposite

And wish to change

The life you live?

 

Do you hate

Those who hurt you

In the past

Or by mistake?

 

Is your life

A nightmare

With sleepless nights

Full of tears?

 

Do you feel

The emptiness

Of apathy

And loneliness?

 

Do you fill

The world with pain

Through your refusal

To change your ways?

 

Is this what

Your life looks like?

Either way

It is your choice.

 

Now breathe out

And make your choice

A happy world

Or sad demise?

Scars

My scars are my story

they tell the tale of all the battles I have fought within my mind

they show the choices I have made

the choice to survive however I had too

the decision not to give up

each scar was a choice

the debate between stopping or continuing

between going deeper or settling for a scratch

digging for the vein or being satisfied with a few droplets of life-giving red

 

my scars show my pain

and how much it affected me

they show how far I’ve come

and how far I still have to go

 

I may have scars

more than I can count

some fading into my past

some signs of recent battles

but I am still here

and my scars do not own me

they don’t define me

they are not me

they are merely a part of my story

 

I will never be ashamed of my scars

they show who I am

a warrior

a fighter

a survivor