Saturday, May 14, 2016

It's alright, ma.

The pills will be out of my system later
But you won't
You won't.

I wish I loved myself enough
To not die for you
But it's alright, ma.
I'll rise again, some other time.
I'll live.
It's alright, ma.
The blood and the vomit
I can wash them all away.
I will rinse myself in sunshine
I will bathe in all the things you never told me about
I am not entirely sober
But it's always alright, ma.
You've raised me
And I am quickly falling apart.
But don't you think I will stay in pieces.
I hold myself together
Better than any person can.
I paint my own skies
I paint my own body
I become colors that don't fade
I burst with life
Even after I've lost parts of me.
I am still here. Complete. Content. Completely content.
.And I'll live

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