Being a parent is hard.
Running on three hours of sleep...
I thought i was getting better
I thought every thing was OK but its just bitter...
I know that's not the answer
But it's all I've ever known...
No phones
no pens...
Angry blood flows
From a hypocrite...
Could you hold me tonight
I'm falling apart...
Dedicated to Antonella, a bright light piercing...
A friend recently quoted...
My heart's in pieces
Like shattered glass on a beach...
I did not receive a proper lesson in Foucault's...
I feel the weight on my shoulders as people tell...
Don’t they know that I’ve been strong for too...
“What’s wrong with her today?”
“I don’t know, must be another mood...
Locked inside my square box,
I threw away the key...