Seven Days

Seven days ago,

I thought my world was dead

The truth stung my lips and cursed my heart

Being ashamed never cured an open wound

Hoping for love in the face of defiance,

proves to be bitter

seven days ago,

l felt a cold blow to my head

the taste of blood was almost sweet

as i coughed up every drop of my privacy

alone in my views, with out understanding

hypocrite, sinner, scoundrel, liar, deceiver, traitor

all of these things, i hear ringing in my ears

my heart stands silent

seven days ago

i realized that children grow up

it’s not only their opinion that makes the world shine

perhaps… there is more to life then pleasing

perhaps, we are meant to have a bit of pleasure ourselves

seven days ago,

they wouldn’t look at me

they couldn’t speak to me

they cried and thought me dead

i’ve never felt more alive.

i’ll never regret what happened

seven days ago…