Driving down in the car, it's 95 miles per hour,
I can see the speed, and I can feel the power...
I hear of all the stories,
The sadness and despair...
My eyes are closing faster
I’m slowly falling to sleep...
What do i feel? Its kind of confusing.
like silent screaming, or careful bruising...
While I dreamt of you
You gazed at her...
I stare at my reflection
In the broken mirror...
I am looking at her picture
and it brings me to tears...
I left this note
To tell you why...
***I am struggling with bulimia and this poem...
“What’s wrong?†I hear from...
~This poem is about my brother~ If you want to...
Life without you...
Little black boxes
and pumpkin cars...
Sometimes when my tears fill my eyes
And I completely fall in sorrows...