I feel forgotten,
left in the rain...
A maroon sweater clings to me, but my legs
stick out, not like twigs, like passing lanes...
Before it's too late
Take my hand...
I stare all around me
Blood producing words...
In the confounds of my mind,
darkened thoughts you will find...
When I go to sleep, a sheet
of paper threatens my throat...
Imagining a palace of wolves,
where all around me cruelity is my protector...
They laugh at death and suicide. The world has...
I lay on the ground, eyes bloodshot and wet,
My tears staining the hardwood floor with sorrow...
Six weeks old today
Mommy...
His words were bullets
Tearing holes in her defences...
Tears started merging
from a lonely place...