Pretend I'm not slipping,
I don't know my warning signs...
I slipped up; I let my mind be open to feeling...
The memories ooze slowly back into my frail state...
I am tired of this life
tired of being me...
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How cruel is a heartless promise,
now that you don't feel for me...
When i wanted approval
you shut me down...
Roses grow redder
Her eyes violent blue...
There's a girl in my mirror whose staring back at...
Tears and a heart broken are what my eyes see...
On the floor are pools of dismay
as I gather the right words to say...
It's so easy to say that I don't miss you,
But of course my heart won't say the same...
Little bird with broken wing
Oh how sad the song you sing...
Is it because I'm not afraid to say
Exactly how I feel...