Butterscotch14~♡

some days i am blooming,

growing, thriving in the sunlight

it soaks my skin, my freckles, my hair

my green eyes shine with joy

and some days

i feel as if

i’m withering away

like the rot in my brain is spreading

to my heart and my bones and my muscles

as if one day i will no longer be me

but a collection of dirt and untamed weeds

i can never trust that i know which is true

am i living and breathing and dreaming

or am i slowly decaying, doomed and dying?

I try to be here for people...

I try to be enough...

But... I'm always a disappointment.

I always ruin everything...

And when I try to help, I only make everything worse.

I'm useless. I'm worthless.

I'm never good enough.

Winter sang its song of sleep As it darkened the skies But who sings for those animals Who never reopen their eyes?

For you my dear its just emotion.