Some words feel raw. Some feel rehearsed
It’s not a coincidence that every time you come around I put myself in a box and keep everyone out
I shut down and hide away.
But it’s only from you that I need to hide.
You’re the monster who always makes me feel small. Makes me doubt myself and build my walls
When I let you in. I keep everyone out.
Start feeling like the monster myself
You are the wickedest form
Disguising yourself as love when it’s only evils you create and fear that you instil
You come near and I shrink
I become small
I become moldable. Allowing you to make me into whatever you see best. Or whatever you make me believe. Whatever you want me to see
The monsters are always the ones you least suspect
But I’ve let you climb into my sheets and into my head. One too many times now. Now I know your layout. I know the roads and paths that make up your map. I know who you are.
I see behind your beautiful brown eyes and into your dark soul
Recreate & Reshape
so it begins… the shedding of skin.
another shift, another phase to live in
live out , or live through
The purest form
The strongest force
Sorrow builds strength but also builds walls
Be strong enough to break the walls you’ve built.
Don’t burry yourself in your own grave with all that guilt and shame.
If you slipped into the hole just try and climb out slow. Don’t stay in and let gravity win.
Don’t wait till you’re too weak to climb out or too scared to cry for help.
That guilt and shame is an awful mix and it’s so easy to get burried by it. So try and get out before the dirt hits.