sometimes i have moments when I want to cut off all my hair
go and wipe my skin clean, erase my tattoos, and just be bare.
my jewelry’s a distraction at times to who i really am
and my body’s all that’s forcing me to think i am a man.
but there is a secret world buried beneath this one.
there is music under the concrete, and secrets to be sung.
my clothing is a billboard and my words are just a mask.
our lives are quiet as a whisper—we think we have to be loud
to understand that.
and I’ll wear my heart as a patch upon my sleeve,
but even punk rock metaphors fall short of what I mean.
I know that I’m not an artist, but I think that art gets at the truth
of what it means of being buried by the weight of what it takes to be
me and you
don’t depend on music or the pen
while i try not to be a burden on my friends
but it’s like Adam said:
I don’t want to be alone when this world ends.
Rhubarb addition to the lovely Tyler !
here’s your daily reminder that
- you aren’t worthless
- you’re worth more than you think you are
- you mean a lot to someone
- you’ve done something to make someone laugh or smile
- you’ve laughed and smiled
- you’re good enough
- you deserve to be happy
- you’re allowed to be sad
- you’re you and nothing can change that
- and there’s no one else you need to be
European wolves (Canis lupus lupus) by wolveswolves
*romantically watches anime alone in the dark*
Blue Jay and Hemolock from Southern New Hampshire. 2013