so many scars so many cracks

just like a porcelain doll left on the Shelf forgotten....

it makes it hard to love yourself....

I can tell....


I know by experience....

to feel like you are truly alone... locked in the box of your own personal hell.... it gets lonely there.... I can relate...

everytime I look inside your beautiful green eyes I can see the tears hiding away....

you are too tired to cry... life makes it harder to keep them in so you let the tears fall out your eyes like candle wax...


I don't blame you when I don't judge...

a cloud of smoke of the broken pipe takes the pain away for a short. Of time
thoughts of suicide feeling like you're too tired to stay here but the woman in the mirror make you feel afraid...

so you continue trying to find your way back homen...

minor setbacks bring you back down...

but you keep rotating your ways to hang on

you want love....

but you are tired getting taken advantage

you want to trust what you do not want to be hurt again...
so you lock your trust away

I understand
but you are not alone we share the same road but he was different pass
I hope you find your way back home

you are amazing you are love don't forget that...


lord lovel....