I am the skeleton in your closet.
I am the creaky boards beneath your feet as you sneak out of your bedroom.
I am the cold wind that turns your nose red.
I am the forgotten memories,
Just as I am the memories you wish you could forget.
I am the pitter patter of the faucet dripping as you sleep.
I am everything you don't notice, or don't want to.
I may be a skeleton in your closet,
But I have thoughts,
And feelings,
And I speak.
I may be the broken glass of the mirror you hit when you were feeling bad about yourself,
But I still see the beauty of your dreams.
I'm the cobwebs filling your head,
Because you lost the creativity that filled it.
I'm the dark, the forgotten, the ugly.
But I speak.
And I want you to hear me.
I want you to hear me when I tell you,
That you are more than this.
You have potential.
You are beautiful.
You will succeed.
You will live.
I am the skeleton in your closet.
And I want you to live.
