CINDERELLA
cinderella
tell me how’d you do it
how did you stick through it
through the tears
through the pain
through the hurt
i feel stuck
in my head constantly
i wanna give up
but the people around me give me hope
sometimes
but i’m tired of being alone
i’m tired of dealing on my own
and if certain people heard this
they’d think they did something wrong
but it’s my fault
i did this all to myself
i know your story
and i just wanna know how
she said
dont you have time for me
don’t you ever wanna see me
i cry tragically in a corner
i give you everything you need
but you don’t ever thank me
i’m tired of waiting patiently
for you to breathe the same air as me
i guess me and cindie
will bleed
ALMOST
i keep repeating,
i almost cried.
shit i almost cried.
but that’s the luxury of healing.
shit’s really like the moon,
not linear, strong as fuck and will whip your ass if you need it.
she’s beautiful but the tough love is strong.
like how people love water when it can kill us so easily,
healing is subjective.
the beauty it carries is stressfully intense and comforting.
when you heal,
you feel glorious,
powerful,
un-fucking-matched.
ohh but when you go through it,
you feel like the ground when a tsunami hits.
so when i say, i ALMOST cried…
that is me acknowledging that I ME AND ONLY ME did that shit.
i healed myself multiple times,
through all the emotionally unavailable,
through the family trauma,
through the terrorism by fucking kids.
I did that, ME.
and almost will always be my power card
and YOU will not make me hate my almost be unappreciated.