When I was a girl,
I thought I’d live forever,
and although that cliches been written,
my life has just begun.
The demons on the outside,
the devil lives within us,
every magazine and movie
to show us what we should be
We hide away within ourselves,
shaming our reflection.
We cover up our emotions,
with negative devotions.
Head in the toilet,
head in the clouds.
This really is living out loud.
But no one can hear you
when you scream out for help,
“She just wants attention”,
they convince themselves.
Once you’re broken and you’ve withered away,
with no sight of the shore,
with every symptomatic struggle
you fall deeper into slumber
of yesterdays goodbyes
and tomorrows never mores.
They send you away,
“Three meals a day!”
That’ll be the cure.
Outside successful, inside a messful,
a numbness so divine,
you’re running out of time.
You scream, you cry,
in the shadows of the night.
Yesterdays tomorrow.
Tomorrow never comes if you’re trapped in the night,
trapped in a body you fight.
Lies undone.
Faux promises broken,
of dreams that would never come.
A life unlivable.
A suffering so deep you never sleep,
until that final sundown,
where you find eternal peace.
-Written August 29th, while in residential at renfrew.