Short poem: Nothing to me Is ever right or good intentioned. Always fantasies of what could have happened. Running from myself the soul is forgotten. In a dream we jump and wake before hitting bottom. But those of us that cannot escape are not… Continue Reading “Jekyl and Hyde”
The pain in my chest constantly Paranoia arrests my rational thinking viciously I see their lights out of the corners of my eyes Black shadows moving across the floor I can’t help but check the locks on the doors and make sure the shades… Continue Reading “63 Pill Bottles”
You keep saying you’ll get back on track, but you can’t. “It’s not about willpower!” We are over that. But it is. It’s a part of it. Can’t you push through? Pick yourself up and grab the glue to put yourself back together again.… Continue Reading “No Fixing You”