i carry my name with guilt because when i was six years old bruises where indications of fun and laughter
we used to play tag to chase happiness and then
it became destruction i ran after
but still it's all fun and games and my favorite is the masquerade
impossible was a myth and in the dark we exchanged our dreams, now our palms hold euphoria to trade
written apology letters abandoned in the corner of my writing desk underneath papers unspoken
the mirror looks at me with pleading eyes and it begs for me to fix what the world has broken
and they tell you forgiving others equals healing but you now what, i can heal myself
i won't hold myself captive anymore so listen kid, forgiveness is for no one but oneself
so let go of the claim you put onto the person you couldn't be
out of this labyrinth of anguishing walls, forgiveness is designed to set you free
dear inner child, i will promise to love you now the way you used to love the world
vengeance is poison and healing takes years but i will dive in depths even if 'i forgive you' will be my last words
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The blue flower that taught me how to live
Poetry''Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to console my heart and pick the flowers that grow in the midst of hell.'' -Herman Hesse Disclaimer: I don't own any of the videos, photos used for this book. Credits go out...
