pieces

don't walk away

turn and stay.

stay here with me.

i don't want you to

leave.

why do i keep getting

lonely?

why do i feel like an

outsider

and ugly?

i talk to myself in

ways you wouldn't

believe --

unless you're like me.

struggling to hold

the pieces of your

brokenness together too.

trying to find the glue.

instead

should we let the gold

show through?

highlight our broken pieces

and show who we are

behind all of the scars.

the fear and anxiety

bubble to the surface.

tell me

what my worth is.

if i let down my guard

there is no going back.

a city without walls

and all of that.

but how else do we heal?

don't we have to feel?

i have to own my own life

even if there's a knife

in my back.

let it all fade to black.

then arise

let the light pour in 

behind my eyes.

try again.

it's the only way to grow.

and what happens 

if we don't?

xoxo