First poem

Scared to go backwards, my life’s a disaster

Can anyone hear my voices quiet laughter? 

I can’t put all of the hurt into famous words 

When they buried me, they watered the dirt

The wildflowers grew roots around the bones

The autopsy said the death was unknown

When there’s no one to talk to without fun

Just keep your breath steady til it’s done

If you’re heartbroken to know, just call home

Find your way back with that very first poem

Pray for them to read it so you’re not alone

It doesn’t help when you should have known

Someday I will change how I behave

But I’m trying my best just to be Grace