Writing

Red is the color I lack.

It's rumored to bleed--but I never saw it this month

or the last.... few (+2 years) times

I've been sick for too long,

lacking something that will give "a women her purpose".

You created memories

And then got to move on

Leaving them untouched and perfect

Mine are being trampled.

Walked all over by my friends

My peers

I can't DO this

This constant emotional bombardment

I can’t breathe

No matter how hard I try

I’m still gasping for air

Drowning in the silence

Or in the noise

My own mind

Suffocating me

The trees talk,

you know?

They talk and if you listened

you would know,

they whisper

like kindergarteners

who can't stand straight in lines

but they can jump straight

I thought

I'd be fine on my own this year

After being shown the ropes

But...

I didn't realize how much of a lifeline you were

Until I was stranded

Didn't realize I fell further and further down 

To be praised

To be wanted

To be called talented and know it's true

I am not full of myself

But I am nothing if not confident

Nothing if not sure

Absolutely positive