Washaway

I have a mouth full of regrets

That I will rarely speak of

But will forever haunt me

Pills to keep me numb

That I will refuse to take

I need

I want

To feel this edge

This pain 

This hurt

I deserve every bit of 

What you cast my way

I will face my monsters

Head on

Slaying all doubts

That tie me down

I will forgive myself

A little more each day

Seeking light to bask in

Avoiding

The dark corners of my mind

Convincing myself 

I AM.

Worthy of this love.

Amber C. Smith 2015

Rag Doll

He told me everyone has parts of them that will never be happy

Doesn't he realize my heart is as wide as the ocean

And some days as sad as my 

15 year old self 

Crying to The Smiths

Alone in my bedroom 

I cannot control the Nostalgia

That rushes over me

A song

A scent

A season

It doesn't take much

For this heart of mine to bleed 

I feel like an open wound

Leaving a trail of blood

With every step I take

Looking desperately for sutures

That I can never seem to find

Amber C. Smith (June 24, 2013)