Being a parent is hard.
Running on three hours of sleep...
Far from home
so alone...
She has given up and lost the will
Keeps climbing up an endless hill...
Cartoon reruns of the distant past create
etched glass sculptures of enlightenment...
Eerie memories
move though depression...
Some
days I'm...
i dont write poems anymore
and the friends i had made...
I thought i was getting better
I thought every thing was OK but its just bitter...
My little sister
looked at my thighs...
I know that's not the answer
But it's all I've ever known...
If you see me in the shadows
Out walking by myself...
In the past four days
I learned that...