Gratitude

Thank you for all of the blood stains.
Thank you for all of the stomach aches.
Thank you for all of the scratch marks.
Thank you for all of the tear smudges.
Thank you for all of the bruised bones.
Thank you for all of the headaches.
Thank you for all of the lost breathes.
Thank you for all of the nights I wanted to throw in the towel.
Conratulations, I will never forget you.
Not because you hurt me.
Not because you took me plummetting down with you.
But becasue these scars are permanent proof that you have changed me, from this moment on.

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My Voice

I know I’m just a kid.

I know I haven’t experienced what it’s like to really live.

But with every step I take in a new direction, the world overwhelms me with curiosity.

I want to live my life to the fullest extent, before I have to grow up.

I’ll only be young and naive once; why not live it up a bit?

I never want to forget my youth.

So here I am, flaws and all, expressing myself through poetry and photography.