She lives inside of me.
She says I am mentally broken...
When she sits me down and says
I've slept with 50+ people but that’s in my past...
The breeze from the open window in my living room...
It’s been pouring all day...
It is crazy how the only thing I have ever been...
Turned out to be the one thing that would tear me...
Waiting on a response
For what feels like years but in fact just been a...
Mother's Day
is a difficult one...
Gray and black like ashes,
dust to dust, my bones...
Loneliness is cold;
it’s wanting to turn on the heat...
I lay awake at night,
and scream your name...
Somebody told me,
there's a purpose in my pain...
Although you chose to leave my house
With your belongings too...
Despite I am so called free I still feel in prison...
My heart so heavy every day I try to alleviate...