i hope
you can hear this…
when your soul is suffocating
from all the things you just. can’t. say.
as they chew at your chest,
and you ache and crumble
until you become nothing
but mess and madness
gutted. on the floor.
and in the dark. and it’s so. dark.
that even the moon hides and the stars
go quiet and anything that ever
sounded like a way out just. goes. quiet.
i hope you hear this… it’s been so. damn. hard.
but you’ve been so brave.

– butterflies rising