Eerie memories
move though depression...
Some
days I'm...
Lately I have been sad
My ink seemed to be dry...
i dont write poems anymore
and the friends i had made...
I thought i was getting better
I thought every thing was OK but its just bitter...
My little sister
looked at my thighs...
I know that's not the answer
But it's all I've ever known...
If you see me in the shadows
Out walking by myself...
In the past four days
I learned that...
Here I stand on my hands again. Not sure if I can...
No phones
no pens...
I cannot explain to you
the pain that I'm going through...