tell me i'm strong.
tell me i am the mountains
that kiss the heavens.
i need to hear it now,
as i sigh at the ceiling sky
weighing me into the dirt.
lower, lower,
six feet under.
tell me i'm strong enough to fight this.
the words just might pull me out
of the doubt my mind thirsts to think about.
belief is the salvation or the scar
when they say god loves all his children
yet i've never felt he loved me.
YOU ARE READING
Lemon
Poetrythis is the story of a girl who's not so young anymore, but hasn't quite gotten used to being older. it's a story of looking at everyone else and looking at yourself and wondering "why can't i be happy?" it's a story about finding meaning in unexpec...
