A cut is a cut
no matter what you call it...

I'm the shiver in the night
that you thought was from the cold...

I've tired so hard to stand on my own
But I've grown so weak...

Sometimes there just aren't words to express
The deep down emptiness...

The ties binding our souls
Stretch between life and death...

I hear the whispers in the walls
The words underneath the floor...

I miss the comfort that your presence brings
When nothing else would, and everything else...

fifth on my list
the look in your eyes begged for help...

Existence in essence
"Essential" until it's inconvenient...

my poems have numbers
numbers as titles...