Poem

edited may eighteenth twenty twenty

As I killed myself, the blood is all that I see
Taking my life seems so easy
Will it be the only way that I can truly breathe
And see the pale blue sky so bright above me?

No.

I can open my eyes
And see the sky
And understand that I don't always have to be
disguised

I can live my truth
And so can you
Because healing is possible
It just takes some roots

xo_kae