Every hour, minute, second I am prey I am fodder Hunted down by demons Haunted by every face I've ever seen Pacing around in suffering Isolated by shame Reluctant by nature Tormented by illness I lay powerless to their mockery Engulfed in darkness Stunned in shadow I try to grasp onto anything outside of this void Daring to hope Pleading to be sedated by the radiant I always come up short I attempt to cling to the tangibl...
I wish you were made of starlight. Or found with fireflies. I wish you were right And my mind wouldn’t lie. I can do a fair amount of CBT To rework the script in my head But it will still treat me unfairly While I lay in bed. On days you drown yourself in doubt And call on me to deconstruct your brain And we hang out for hours talking about How our brains like to accept the blame Those are the night the lies are soft and...
Who is the one that through the seasons, is the same? Who is the one that will take the blame? Who is the one that will carry the shame? Who is the one that left the embers inside aflame? What will it take to shed the tiniest tear? What could I do to make my own morbidity disappear? What have I done to warrant your malicious fear? What would make my compass clear? Where would I be, without you inside of me? Where would I...
she took herself away too soon at sixteen could’ve given a single try to what she was but it wasn’t her call a tattoo of a finger around her face i must’ve looked for her five times, maybe more she said she wanted everyone to see her middle finger she didn’t care she cared so little that she didn’t care to stay alive ended always with a trumpet in the skies the hats I wore when I was sixteen the backpacks like rabbit ears...
nothing what am i that just that i feel it real deep under the skin above my scratched fingernails that smell like your smell your baggy clothes oh they hide you and your shapes like a secret of a friend stabbing a friend in the back you don’t wanna say it you’d rather staple your tongue right beneath the bottom edge of your speaking terms listen your knees crack again like the bones of the dead like mine maybe I am dead...
The red bathing suit stood out from all the others, its modest cut being a departure from the scant bikinis dominating the poolside. I noticed the girl wearing it from under an umbrella. She moved with ease in and out of the water, shoulders glistening with whatever oil she’d rubbed into them. As for me, I rarely emerged from my shaded little corner, lest my pale skin burn and blister. I was self-conscious about so much t...
I will never understand or heedthe voices bouncing aroundand ricochetting trying to leadDamaged connections and tissuewarp any sense I ever have of meSelf-worth not the only issueFighting with myself at nightWanting all and nothingI can never find the lightValue others see in mePerhaps they are blindAnd clearly, cannot seeI've just been castIn a life I never choseEach time worse than the lastLove surrounds me but noI esch...
My admittance to the old mental asylum wasn’t with fanfare, I was sort of sneaked in during the night. No white truck or men in white lab coats – just me the psychiatrist and my wife. He led the way in his car and Daisy drove us close behind. There was a huge oak door that opened on to the ward. When the nurse opened it the squeaking was funny. We could have been in an Edgar Allen Poe story. I kept waiting for Vincent Pri...
