Back Inside

Back inside. Back safe and sound. Wrapping up another broken heart from trusting too quickly. Should’ve laughed and left when I had the option to. Running out of space on my shelf of broken hearts. Back inside. Back quiet and scared. The taunts of mental illness pounding on my door. The screams of victims to them. They ran out of whole hearts. They’re all broken now. I’m comfortable in failure It’s only after that I’ll hurt, for during I’m the sailor mapping out tides I’ll avoid any turn. crashing into the same bridges that I’ve already burned. Back inside. Using facts only I know about, saving myself from the haunting face of loneliness Creating the ambition to conquer my wildest dreams keeps me safe and sane. Its my turn to do the taunting now. I’ve navigated through the stars. Sailed through all my broken bridges. I saved myself and picked myself up when no one else would. I’ve learned what no one else could. Done things no one should. I opened that door and looked mental illness square in the face and told it to beat it. Wrapped my arms around those that needed it. Picked them up when they didn’t know how. I want to do the same for you. I want you to navigate the stars and for you to travel the seas and skies and all things between ‘em I want you to take what ever is beating you and scream at it. I want you to know you’re not alone. No ones alone in this life. I will try my hardest to give you my heart if you need it. That broken-hearted shelf needs taken down. The scars need to stop bleeding and your heart needs to start beating. I want the colour of your cheeks to brighten this world. I want to see this world where everyone glows and no one has shelves to hold their broken hearts