you are the hero of your own story.
demons may live inside your head
but you have been fighting wars
to shush these villains dead.
you get out of bed everyday
even when you find it hard to
you disregard what the monsters say
even when that monster is a part of you.
you manage to smile
at the ghosts that haunt you at night
you befriend the shadows
that you fear before with such terror and fright
may have fallen in a deep pit of hole
that might have crushed your bones and soul
from hands of people who doesn't care—
you still strive to live even when knowing it's no fair
YOU ARE READING
intricate skies
Poetrysaltwater splattered on these blank pages while she still bleeds.
