AngelWolfSpirit

She was just four years old kicking her feet harder and harder, as the swingset creaked and cracked She finally reached the peak, jumped off, and said, "Mama, I'm gonna fly." and so she did; three feet into the air, sticking the landing like a gymnast And I wonder everyday if those were the same words she muttered before jumping off that bridge, unable to remember, you only fly for a little while.

Everyone's trying to get out of the shadow of their parents- I'm here trying to get out of the shadow of myself.

I saw my mother swallowing something small when I was just a child The anguish in her eyes faded, as she told me it was just a tic-tac, with a little extra kick maybe years later, that's how I convinced myself to swallow fifteen, thinking it'd give me a fresh perspective; in the end, my breath reeked of death instead of mint.

She was the type to cut her wrists, and then swallow the razor blade, because looking at what she'd done was even harder to digest but I want to tell her to let the emotions s      l    p  i    l out of her mouth, instead of her skin, and that I'll gladly let the words slice me, if it means it'll save her wrists.