I'm just so sick of this writer's block
There's so many emotions trapped inside my mind...
Tears gather on my lower lashes
Threatening the plunge to suicide...
It is at night when the voices arrive.
In peace and quiet, they surface best...
I made a promise..
To keep my feet on the soil...
He left when i was three and he never looked back
I thought that it was me I thought i had been bad...
A year ago
was a much different time...
Beneath my wrist there are violin strings
But their music feels lost in the past...
I’m staring
Into the eyes...
Everyone tells you to be positive
Little do they know you’re living in quicksand...
I feel myself slipping
I feel myself falling...
You spill poetry into your palms
like they're pills of salvation...
Everyday we are hungry
Anytime we go into misery...