This Title Is Yours To Write

cmselbrede:

Listen, kid, I know it hurts.
The bruises, I mean. The bruises hurt.
I know you’re tired of walking alone but
Please, hang on, a bit longer.

This poem is for the boy left alone where he felt safe
The one who watched the flowers grow and grow into
Nightmares.

I know you can’t stop feeling the blows but please
Keep walking.

I know they tried to bleach your heart.

Keep walking.

Shrug off the hate they throw like seeds,
Shake out the doubts that grew from these
Because you are more than what they say,
You have fought so hard each and every day
And you deserve better than what they’ve made
And keep walking, kid. Keep walking.