I'll never understand how
the clouds turn grey
and roll away.
My clouds stay above
me, drowning me as
I continue with my thoughts.
They darken any
form of light that
touches my skin.
They leave bruises
on my arms as they pull
me away from all the
ones who care.
"It isn't safe,"
they whisper to me
in the wind.
"At least the world
doesn't bruise me,"
I cry to them, rolling up
my sleeves to see their
purple prints.
"Oh, darling. Silly little girl.
They bruise you every day.
It's why we're here:
to save you from the
harmful words of the
people you love.
The ones who bruise your
heart with shades of yellows
and greens.
The ones who beat you slowly
with wavering love
that builds you up
and is taken away,
leaving you stranded in
the middle of nowhere
as you watch yourself
become beaten and blue."
