my heart breaks
like the ground beneath me
under the weight
of the burdens that i carry
my stomach is bloated,
full of all the insults that i swallow
i seek relief in purging
these poisonous thoughts,
they slip out of my eyes
as despair in the form of raindrops
that liquid loneliness
distorts my vision as i look in the mirror
and take the insults that come from
the one who looks like me
but hates me,
just like everyone else does
in the world that breaks under my feet
the earth quakes and breaks
and suddenly i see that
at least one thing knows
how my heart feels
only when i’m eight feet under
do i feel at peace
no more in pieces,
in shards that can cut down
because no one should be shut down
or put in the corner,
baby i’ve waited for the day
when i’m finally a part of something,
finally useful.
at least now i can make the flowers bloom
at least now i’m something pretty
