Broken and alone
Failing each day a little
More, washed out, used up.
Gray
Tag: introvert
In between
What do they call it
When you’re not dead but not live
The gray waiting place
Spite
Paradise I gave
You; you call it hell. You took
My secrets and told
The world. Now I
Waste away beneath the ground;
Your satisfaction.
Proof of Life
I wait for texts to
Be certain that I am still
Alive, desired.
Sinister
With my left hand I
Tell the stories of my pain
That my right ignores
Bleak Birthday
nothing and nowhere
is where i’m at. 39.
no way out, or back.
Fragile Hopes
This web I’ve woven,
Tangled knots, best intentions,
Recriminations,
If I could ignore,
Everything I’ve been before,
Perhaps I’d perform
The way they want me
To. I dance and sing, smiling
All the while, dead.
An Island
I am the one who
Cares, not one cared for. I give
To others, they don’t
Give to me. Alone
Is the only time when I am
Of one mind. Relief.
Happy Family
Speak your truth to them.
You wound them to their core. Hold
Your tongue, or you will
Be alone, broken.
The choice you face every day.
Which price will you pay?
