BORROWED ROOMS AND BELONGINGS
BORROWED ROOMS AND BELONGING She saved me or so I told myself every time I saw her because I needed to believe it She took
WHEN THE WIND RUNS OUT
I want to hear it. A hum, a lyric. Something small enough that I don’t have to chase. As I stand here, petals blow toward
Time And Emotions
1:30 a.m. It’s dark and quiet. I’m stressed and lonely. There’s no one by my side, And the absence feels devastating. 2:00 a.m. I feel
I Should Have.
I should have worked harder in school, Done my assignments on time, Read more books and literature, Raised my hand more in class, Maybe then,
FROZEN IN FLAMES
Do it! Just pick up the glass and take the pills. Failure! You cannot even succeed in death. See the stress? Of everyone anticipating your
Warning Is Not Repair
Warning Is Not Repair There my body goes again, Introducing me to yet another ache; They seem to be piling and hanging around, Surely, I’m
Always still here
Depression is not always thunder. Sometimes it is dust, settling on familiar things, soft enough that no one notices, how heavy it becomes. It moves
What The Silence Knows.
Depression does not announce itself. It sits. With the child, Whose shoes are always tied wrong, Who counts dust on the classroom floor, Because the
Till Death Do Us Part
I craved a hot shower. The kind that burns too close to the bone. Lit candles. Scented the tub. Slid in. As the sombre music
First Time For Everything
I craved a hot shower. The kind that burns too close to the bone. Lit candles. Scented the tub. Slid in. As the sombre music
