Late night thoughts
Mind drawing lines of the past in my brain.
It does not own a pen,it does not know how to use anything but a knife. Cuts of darkness through the light.
But how can i see the light when i can't fall asleep at night
when everythings quiet and everyones asleep and its just me and my thoughts.
How can i be my friend with all the mistakes ive made. How can i hold my hand, the hand that dropped other hands.
Where was my compasion
Where was my mercy
Where was my gratefulness
How 6 year old me was mean and how 17 year old me had no compassion.
Learn from your mistakes they said.
I learned only about myself.
I would make you proud now,i would love you,treat you right.
Be there for you, show up.
Now i just show up to your grave with this candle that i made with guilt and love i didn't show you when i was 6.