A knife in the dark
A stab through the heart...

"I'm sorry" was all they could say
Regardless of their good intentions...

I thought I could show you something beautiful
But my ugliness spreads like an ink stain...

Another year has come to pass
Another drop of sand in life's hourglass...

Slashed hearts give way to slashed wrists
Their pain is hidden behind closed doors...

Trash all your cities
Murder your people...

She burned her bridges
And cried softly as the ash melted into the waves...

His words were bullets
Tearing holes in her defences...

I have never been good at letting go of the past
I walk round with a constant taste of nostalgia...

When I was younger I would chase shadows
I was always in search of a darkness...

Walking to school
Her feet stutter...

I was born a poet
And, as a young child...