I don't have many secrets anymore.

Someone ripped my stitches out

And let my wounds weep,

It was me.

I showed my mother all the places 

Where I had cut too deep

Gashes I treated like flower beds

Blood lilies and roses to reaped.

To turn to this damned poetry.

life is all about fulfilling purpose.

if you are not fulfilling purpose, you are not living life

the primary purpose of creation is for us to fulfill a divine purpose

life is all about understanding that purpose and living up to expectation

so that on the last day you can raise your head up high and say

I LIVED LIFE

The best ever. Nothing can compare to it.

To some, it is just so simple.

Too simple.

But to me, it is my one love.

My everything.

The one thing that truly makes me happy.

It is the air I breathe in.

What I focus on the most out of everything.

Writing.

breathe in

breathe out

the monster inside was hungry again

breathe in

breathe out

she shook with the effort

breathe in

breathe out

she made it all look so easy

never perturbed; disturbed

breathe in

breathe out

the monster was clawing her insides with razor sharp despair

waiting for her payment in tears.