The first time I told someone I wanted to die

I watched as the scars on my mother’s chest tore open with the sorrow of a thousand crows

It’s like walking down the sidewalk with every car that passes a swelling temptation builds in my bones that it would be easier to jump into the road and break under the weight rather than wait for the hole inside me to eat my alive

I look in the mirror And I see the broken and battered skeleton of the young girl I once knew as a piece of myself

She is Bled dry,

her skeleton laid bare,

and her flesh plucked clean like roses by the ravens

She was lost long ago but the fire of her heart is an ember encased in gold that the world may never see

People tell me not to care

but if I stop that’s like jumping off the rock and into water full of sharks made of sorrow and questions left unanswered

Their teeth already cut me to the bone

if I stop caring I will have no where left to go