The Essence Of Who I Am

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  • Broken People

    Us broken people have the urge to mend anything around us broken But a broken person can only put someone else back together as much as they are whole You need to fix yourself before you can truly help others Believe me, I would know It’s better to break her…

  • Forgot

    I think I forgot to tell you something How we know how to laugh without a thought The beauty and simplicity of nothing Your happiness is everything I could ever want M.A.P ©

  • Wasn’t

    I wasn’t made to be pretty I wasn’t made to blend in I wasn’t made to just watch silently I wasn’t made to be happy I wasn’t made to be young I wasn’t made to ignore the weight of the world I was made to use my tongue M.A.P ©

  • Why I Write

    People ask why I write so much As if it is a sin I say, “I write to remember”. Because they will really never understand The truth is I write to forget Like vodka spewing from my lips It burns coming up but flows onto the page with such bliss…

  • Wish

    And like a book you wish you could read again for the first time I miss not being able to remember the things I remember now M.A.P ©

  • Last Year

    All my tears slip into my open Mouth And I grew from the last year of pain M.A.P ©

  • Loose Change

    I’m sitting alone right next to you Questioning if my thoughts are like loose change Not even enough to think twice about Yet rattling as if to always remind you A penny for me thoughts is meaningless Making me wonder if my mind means anything to the world If they…

  • Homesick

    I’m homesick for a person not a place Not a time on the clock but a face He who is infatuated with me wearing red lace My mind rains tears and my heart slows to a steady pace I feel empty without him like a vacant flower vase The memory…

  • Obsessed

    Why are humans so obsessed with the idea of time? All they are doing is counting down to their death minute by minute. M.A.P ©

  • Caution

    I have caution tape on the end of my fingertips I have a crown of roses tangled in my hair I love you is laced through my lips A cloth has tried to cover all my skin But my brokenness has spilled everywhere Glass is shredded into my hips And…