selfish september

Sweet, Sweet September: A Confession of Pain and Survival

The Weight of September

suicide circus suppresses

the days i don't remember

though always feeling breathless.

the whole month i'm restless,

spinning in circles while seated,

rewinding my childhood mess,

knowing that i'm still defeated.

rejected, depleted,

i felt so mistreated.

they tried to keep his

suicide a secret.

A Flood of Memories

September is slaughter,

a flood of blood splatter.

my self-worth feels smaller

because of my father.

he said when i turned fourteen,

his life would disappear.

but it wasn't a prophecy—

just poison in my ear.

a cycle he invented,

a curse with my name.

his silence was a weapon,

his suicide screamed blame.

The Cycle of Pain

in reality, it’s still the same.

the silence remains,

the weight, the shame.

his pain was his own,

yet he made it mine.

the ache inside each bone

passed through the bloodline.

September is slaughter,

suicidal 'cause of daughter.

now with no father,

my self-worth is somber.

he screamed out blame,

but i'll break the curse.

Breaking Free

i won’t be the same,

but i could be much worse…

i’m over it.

Embracing the Darkness

i find solace in the shadows.

the rawness of my truth.

the art of survival.

it’s all tangled up in pain.

but there’s beauty in the chaos.

the brush strokes of my life,

each one a reminder.

i am here.

i am alive.

i am more than the scars.

the haunting whispers of the past,

they echo still.

but i choose to create.

to transform the hurt.

to turn it into something real.

The Journey Continues

this journey is mine.

it’s messy, it’s dark.

but it’s also vibrant.

it’s a dance with the demons.

a confrontation with the ghosts.

i paint my truth.

i write my story.

each word a step forward.

each stroke a release.

i embrace the raw,

the emotional, the dark.

it’s where i find my strength.

it’s where i find my voice.

A New Dawn

so here i stand,

in the aftermath of September.

the weight is still there,

but it doesn’t define me.

i am more than the pain.

i am the art that emerges.

the poetry that flows.

the resilience that blooms.

i will not be silenced.

i will not be forgotten.

i will rise from the ashes.

i will create my own light.

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09/13/25