When I am gone I hope to to find the other side. I hope that people will see who I am and who I was. Distinguish me out of the billions of people that populate this Earth. See my smile and smile back, the way I used to, the way it was so delicate. I am fragile, tender at heart. There is a young and scared child beneath the hard exterior that appears to be me. the hardened coating of sterile vomit, lies the innocent fly, cold dead and hard.
The number of people who "loved me" would not compare to your love. I would know I am appreciated there, I will no longer feel the pain of yesterday, the inescapable drowning of water that fills my lungs. The natural element that is so light become so heavy on my shoulders, that cause me to decompress and collapse. Under the weight of your light, what weight?
There will be nice people, those who have compassion, who don't judge even if it is for the best. I want to be able to feel free, light weight. Hold me in your arms, let the clouds consume me.
I want to be one with the earth, release my spirit, grant me the will to do your will. I know I am loved in your eyes, and I know who I am, you see my beautiful heart. even if people can't, or choose not to. Why should I apologize for my life, for the way I live my life. I still believe in you, I still have a beating heart, and blood in my veins. Why is it that people judge me, I can see that, I am smarter than people say I am.
I guess I am just delicate.
I bruise easily, from the day of birth, I was a yellow color, and anemic. I had an iron deficiency, I wish I was able to explain why I am the way I am. why am I so different from everyone else? Why do I strive to assimilate into cultural norms? I am not that type of person to walk in a set straight path on the hard lifeless concrete in shoes. I am the one to run or skip along the grass and mud barefooted.
Why is it that I find myself looking through the glass, but I cannot see the other side. why is it that the sun refuses to shine when I drive around, and it rains only when I feel your grace. The curls in my hair bounce, and have elasticity the way my patience does, the way I can be worn down, and ran real thin. I have the ability to be able to not let it bother me, well at least I can hide my tears beneath my matted hair, my voice mingles with those above the ground, above the dirt I walk on. but beneath the sand, the footprints are engraved in my soul. The sun can set with various colors, vibrant yellows and oranges, the rich color of purple and the pretty pink, with the flaming red jealousy behind it. The crimson color will always overshadow the beauty of pink, with its bodacious appearance. Poor pink, timid little pink, meek at heart. Pink is my favorite color.
I'm so small compared to the rest of the world, my size is insignificant but I am the biggest in my class.
The green from the grass is beautiful, what a shame it is to be allergic. Never to know the feeling of it all over my body and cheeks.
I suppose I am delicate, my lungs collapse under the weight of the crab, shrimp and sea life. I will never be able to enjoy quality food from mother nature's womb. Or the white spherical disc with a golden medallion inside, or it will consume my insides.
I am too delicate for this piranha filled pond, I must flee, seek my sanctuary.
The number of people who "loved me" would not compare to your love. I would know I am appreciated there, I will no longer feel the pain of yesterday, the inescapable drowning of water that fills my lungs. The natural element that is so light become so heavy on my shoulders, that cause me to decompress and collapse. Under the weight of your light, what weight?
There will be nice people, those who have compassion, who don't judge even if it is for the best. I want to be able to feel free, light weight. Hold me in your arms, let the clouds consume me.
I want to be one with the earth, release my spirit, grant me the will to do your will. I know I am loved in your eyes, and I know who I am, you see my beautiful heart. even if people can't, or choose not to. Why should I apologize for my life, for the way I live my life. I still believe in you, I still have a beating heart, and blood in my veins. Why is it that people judge me, I can see that, I am smarter than people say I am.
I guess I am just delicate.
I bruise easily, from the day of birth, I was a yellow color, and anemic. I had an iron deficiency, I wish I was able to explain why I am the way I am. why am I so different from everyone else? Why do I strive to assimilate into cultural norms? I am not that type of person to walk in a set straight path on the hard lifeless concrete in shoes. I am the one to run or skip along the grass and mud barefooted.
Why is it that I find myself looking through the glass, but I cannot see the other side. why is it that the sun refuses to shine when I drive around, and it rains only when I feel your grace. The curls in my hair bounce, and have elasticity the way my patience does, the way I can be worn down, and ran real thin. I have the ability to be able to not let it bother me, well at least I can hide my tears beneath my matted hair, my voice mingles with those above the ground, above the dirt I walk on. but beneath the sand, the footprints are engraved in my soul. The sun can set with various colors, vibrant yellows and oranges, the rich color of purple and the pretty pink, with the flaming red jealousy behind it. The crimson color will always overshadow the beauty of pink, with its bodacious appearance. Poor pink, timid little pink, meek at heart. Pink is my favorite color.
I'm so small compared to the rest of the world, my size is insignificant but I am the biggest in my class.
The green from the grass is beautiful, what a shame it is to be allergic. Never to know the feeling of it all over my body and cheeks.
I suppose I am delicate, my lungs collapse under the weight of the crab, shrimp and sea life. I will never be able to enjoy quality food from mother nature's womb. Or the white spherical disc with a golden medallion inside, or it will consume my insides.
I am too delicate for this piranha filled pond, I must flee, seek my sanctuary.