April 2.

Once again

It’s raining outside

Thunder storms

But who needs the rain to feel blue?

Once again

It’s raining outside


But it’s raining inside me too

I’m neck deep in shatter

I’m doing it again

Dwelling on failed attempts

How did I get so good at staying broken ?

It’s my comfort zone

To cut myself and see how much it bleeds

To hold on firmly to my misery

It’s cold outside

Doesn’t compare to the frost within

Numbness with each passing day

Who knew Elsa had a twin?

Don’t try to fix me, however

I do not think it’s time

I’ll own this torn-up nature

My broken is beauty in its prime