i am.

i am a fragile frame,
shards of a being pieced together
by countless cups of coffee and innumerable secrets.  

i am a tragedy,
a disaster in the making.
a beauty, a writer, musician,
an actress.

i am an empath,
a broken soul behind a mask:
a laugh or a smile,
bracelets, long sleeves,
cigarettes and eyeliner.

i am broken,
stitched together by scars and flaws.
sharpie drawings and words thrust onto a page.
bleeding just to feel alive,
tearing apart at the seams.

i am alive,
tortured, screaming, real and raw.
a self-destructive teenager
searching for the light.

i am a ghost,
haunting my own life.
a lost soul
wandering throughout the halls,
invisible, unheard, and alone.

i am a lover,
a fighter, a dreamer.
a soldier in the fight against myself.
a monster and a freak.

i am a fragile frame,
shards of a being pieced together
by countless cups of coffee and innumerable secrets.