I woke up one day and, my eyes opened They opened so wide my tears finally came through For the first time in years everything I had ever questioned Everything I knew, was revealed   I tried so hard to stop Happy thoughts, Happy thoughts I said But nothing helped me, it wouldn’t stop   That’s when I knew, Acceptance Acceptance was the first door to step through I finally put end to part of my sentence This sentence of pain torture and pain   But with those thoughts came a fee

Sometimes you truly believe you're okay until you realize that you've been pretending to only yourself. You are not okay

Quit looking at me Why is everyone looking at me!! Am I this ugly? Do I have something on my face? Cuz if not, give me some space Stop asking if I'm okay If you're asking you already know the answer "No, I'm not okay" Your asking is only making things worse You're just pushing me away further

You come to mind like water falls through a drain, with so much ease It is not with ease that I walk through mud I keep being pulled back, something is pulling me back But it is not a person It is the thoughts of a person It is the blame I carry with me Pushing me deeper and deeper I want to release it, I release it Or that is what I tell myself until I get pulled back To release I say you hurt me, you hurt me! When in reality we hurt each other; we are both responsible

I am getting my hair done tomorrow Who knew a simple colour would be the beginning of the end of my sorrow I tried ignoring all the other voices But I already gave them all designated places Do I let them take over No I redesign the hierarchy I've created The little girl in me has been missing for so long She lost all her courage and ran away She has long black braids, and the purest soul I've finally found her and I embrace her and step into the song The song I've been wanti

How am I supposed to live when I’m surrounded by sadness. How am I supposed to be when my foundation isn’t solid, when my foundation is made of glass. I want it and I need it to reflect who I am, yet it only stabs me. There are so many shards, they keep cutting me. How do I stand up straight when I’m getting killed by my own foundation? I keep picking at the shards. But all it does is cut me somewhere else. Somewhere I didn’t know was reachable. It’s cutting me from the insid

Have you ever needed to cry? Like really needed. Not like you're sad, and oh people cry when their sad . I’m talking about when your heart really aches. When you feel your heart going hallow. When you feel your spirit leave your body. Leaving only a shell with nothing left. The weight you carry is the weight of all oceans. Your body has never been heavier. And all it craves is to release. To let go. But the issue is if you open the gates, it might never stop. All it will do i

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!  That’s what I want to do. I just want to yell, scream, let it out. But my throat is closed. It’s been locked. My vocal cords have lost all their strength. They are folding in on themselves, the same way I tend to do. There’s nothing coming out, it’s just air, oxygen. I have had enough of that honestly. I really don’t want that anymore. I need to let what is within out. I am suffocating within myself. I need to open my mouth and let it all fall. Let it all

Microscope said [mi-cro-scope] " Used to see through things, inside things " When people look at me, sometimes it’s like they’re really looking through me, with the real intention of seeing other things. People try their best to be seen, to get people’s attention I mean who wants to be alone? They start making impressions Trying to be someone they’re not Trying to get someone to really notice you is harder than you might think. Tiresome, draining There are many people that ab

Am I Black, or is that something only I see? Am I seeing something you aren't When I look in the mirror, my skin is the same as yours. We are one and the same. We may not have grown up in the same environment, and we may not talk the same or walk the same. But I AM BLACK! I deserve this title. It is just as much my identity as it is yours. I don't like being called an "Oreo." Who gave you the right to say I'm Black on the outside and white on the inside? I am who I am-why is