She sits alone amongst her thoughts,
Fingers absently directing pen across paper...
Childhood? Which childhood?
The one that didn’t last...
I wonder how long before this bleeding stops.
My salty tears, no longer antiseptic...
A sign on the door to the hospital read
"STOP IT OR COP IT...
Too many pictures and not enough memories
It’s as if the camera lived a life not me...
(trigger warning)
Depression is not just the lack of joy...
(trigger warning)
It was messier than I meant it to be...
Do you see them?
Because I do...
Such a night should I change even more? So much is...
I keep my temper but I am angry.
I save my arguments for in the shower...
That pivotal moment you decide for the first time...
You grapple with your urges and find it within...
I walked every avenue of avoidance just to find...
Everytime I shut down the experience it resurfaced...