still breathing

raindrops
and daffodils
cupcakes and dragons
wedding dress and killer trails

guitar strings and magnolias

who can tell what normal looks like in the day light
who knows the why to the caos in my head
the truth is
that i am still breathing by God's grace

lost unicorn

Lost once more 
Amazing how these cycles of life keep making me dizzy
Unbelievable how stupid and childish growing up seems to be 
Resting seems to never come easy, crying seems to be lonely and no one
seems to speak the  same language 
conversations are shallow and without end 
Apparently  dying or quitting is no option 
So here I am just a phone  call away from going insane
thinking how did i make such a mess of everything
i keep searching for answer
always in the wrong faces
wrong places
no one seems to get it
i am not a child
see the wrinkles on my nose
they are not  funny marks
not are they from starring at the stars
they are battle scars
from fighting with pink rose petals and unicorns

pins and needles

the air hurts 
its like a sun burn without sun
it cuts deep down into my skin
days like this 
where no one seems to understand 
where this pain comes from
pins an needles 
the water stings on my skin 
i am so tired
days like this 
make me want to sleep
not for our but days 
or maybe years

days like this 
when clothes are like sand paper or silk
when nothing seems to comfort my soul

not words can be music to my ears
nothing seems to be able to make me feel better
my broken smiles and exhausted cries

pins and needles