I lay my brokenness at Heaven’s Gates. 
I’m seeing the work that it’ll take.
To heal the shattered boy still within me.
I need to put his scattered pieces back in place.
I sit still and let the wind dry the tear streaks to my face.
Revisiting my darkest of mental spaces.

I have to leave a scent of warmness and light.
And tuck my demons to bed with positivity and sweet goodnights.
I stare my self in the mirror and what I see, I don’t like.
I’m the self destruction type.
Death to this demonic device. 
That leaves endless scrolling as my permanent vice.

I hope the angels see me and let me know i’ll be alright.
I’m preparing for the long night.
Because the storm is right here.
And hiding inside won’t stop the damage from occurring around me. 
I need to go back to my foundation and build up more soundly.
Start one brick at at time removing the empty skeleton of the soul that I’m finding. 

My calm interior is raging now.
These pages are stained with, tears and fear as a lay about. 
I am massively ashamed of who I am.