What hope is there
For a soul that has died...
I see her sitting there,
In the corner of the room...
It's been a while since my poetry
visited these dark chambers of my imprisoned...
Sitting alone out in the cold
Begging for a speck of hope to hold...
There is always this moment
before a car smash...
I feel like I want to write about
Someone who hates her own skin...
looking back I don’t recognize
that girl hiding in the closet...
Fractal
When will she fly to get to say goodbye...
**Trigger warning: self harm**
the edge of death...
The ground is falling and taking me with it
Like sharp edges releasing a silent cry...
so, here i am once more
alone...
Sleep
Evading me...