I cant write, I cant even think..
Staring at my blank pages, forcing my eyes to...
It is really tough
for abused children to grow...
Looking around the room
So many memories here...
As the day returns
to the sea of becoming...
You do not have a name...
I don't think they could choose...
An itch begins inadvertently
as a scar dries up in this shallow sea...
You know how when
your day comes to...
"Mommy, what is to die?"
"To die is to go away"...
Breaking Down
So many emotions...
The birds once sung in harmony,
lying in a field of flowerbeds where we were...
The pages flicked,
as the wind...
I am not mad at men,
I am mad at the boy who has a gorgeous...