Alone in the dark, and out of sight
A sad black crow in the black of night...
At night I lay awake,
There is no soul left to take...
I did it,
I hit a year...
I know what would solve it,
But im not supposed to do such things...
In a way it is comfortable
drowning in the present...
It's the last crumble of
summer. The quotidian...
Life is like a basketball game.
Either you win or lose...
Where do broken hearts go?
They go to hospital...
There are only
so many pieces...
The only thing I hated about school,
With all my blood...
When I was 10 years old in Primary 5,
The English teacher turned my torn shorts into her...
The sadness in her heart never matched the smile...
the smile on her face never showed the pain in her...