vulnerable


i try to be grateful 
even for the horrible moments 
like the many times my heart has been broken 
and the many times i couldn’t reach out
felt like dirt piling on top of me 
until i couldn’t see any kind of light
no response is all the response i needed
but then i remembered how vulnerable i am 
with my own self
a curse yet a gift
to love so freely 
and understand why life 
is worth living
"love so much that my heart get broke"

nothing exists


finding validation through you
my self worth is in your hands,
but you don’t always tell the truth
you only say whats in demand
tell me what i wanna hear
because you know that my biggest fear
is to never be enough
and in this world it’s mad rough
to be someone important 
and be loved by the masses
not to live in the moment
there are just so many classes
it’s like school all over again
will this feeling ever end? 
seeking uniformity 
in a world with endless deformities
it doesn’t exist 
tell me nothing exists 
we don’t exist
my voice doesn’t exist