I’m back….

I died once but I came back here to love myself the right way. I held myself down because I was scared of where life could take me, and I could breath underneath the weight of my own arms touching me. I sharpened my own veins and broke my own heart without anyone’s help and called my self an artist. The biggest mistake I made was waiting for someone else to tell me that I was worth saving. I forgot about my own voice until the day I needed to call the girl that used to live inside me. She taught my lungs to stop being beggars, and my breaths to stop breathing sorry.

I have learnt that my skin is laced with poetry, and I want to spend the rest of my life memorising each line….