Mess up, bleed and Grow

Paranoia leaving marks, ghostly feeling lurks

Buried long ago but the grave attracts sharks.

I hit rock bottom, I scream into my pillow

Bloody knuckles, my emotions seem hollow.

Shame coursing through my vein

Overflow caused solitary rain.

Goodbyes are hard when you’re heartbroken

Is it easy to begin again?

Clay can't easily be broken

Will a rose bloom on the grave that was stricken?

Wanted to taste life to its fullest

Know that the healing part is the scariest.

Care never tell, ask never beg!

Strip away the mask and take things slow

You'll mess up, bleed, and finally learn to grow.