This morning, I could not properly bottle
my thoughts. I had no place to sit down...

I want to stitch back every dream
he was told would never make it...

At times, I just want to get out of here.
This place has memories, where I sinned...

You drafted my heart -
you trailed from my train...

I don't accept you for who you are.
I throw you in the trash...

I hear the terror of the unknown
I see the rage in nature's angry blow...

Satan's hand greets me
his work highly overwhelming...

There is more to this misery
Alive another day...

It's hard to
give...

Stop writing poems after your eyes swim
in him. You can't keep living like this, sinking...

what happens when you hit rock bottom
not once, but twice...

I've been dead for years
then she leaned against my back...