Quiet – a poem about…

You said, do not speak of the truth, for it will only bring you more pain and suffering. Besides, I doubt anyone would believe you. They’ll think you’re telling lies. So, I kept quiet for many years, until the memories burned my heart and soul, forcing me to accept that you were once real and, … Continue reading Quiet – a poem about…

Breezeblock – a poem about…

I dance in the shadows Of something or someone Who might be me? I'm not sure if it's accurate Cos right now I'm wasted Not really sure who to be She’s holding back tears Plus the urge to run away Because she knows just how I feel Thankfully it's the same within her A heartbeat … Continue reading Breezeblock – a poem about…

The Hating – a poem about…

I didn't think it was possible for me to store so much hatred inside my soul. Thankfully it's kept well hidden deep down in my core, where it lingers as nothing more than a long term reminder, of a time when you took delight in torturing my soul. Memories cannot fade in the same way … Continue reading The Hating – a poem about…

Stain – a poem about…

I will take it all out on me I will take it all out on me I will take it all out on me Until the time I can't remember. My dreams begin to form a shattered reality Making me dance uncomfortably while in pain Suffering in a moment that is so trivial Bed sheets … Continue reading Stain – a poem about…

Fade Away – a poem about…

Please hold me Tightly in your arms Calm my erratic breathing Before taking away the pain That clouds my mind Interrupting everything I do Making me so weak and worthless Desperate to find some resolution. I am locked in desperation Scared of what comes next As my mind deals another cruel blow Leaving me ashamed … Continue reading Fade Away – a poem about…

Switch – a poem about…….

Awaking from an unpleasant dream I despair as the vile imagery manifests. Tears begin to well in my darkened eyes, while my soul weighs heavy with sorrow. A switch is flicked off inside my head, powering down my ability to function as blackness flows through my entire body rendering me inoperative once more.

Heal the Pain – a poem about……….

I asked a simple question how do I end the suffering? Answers and suggestions were varied so, I tried them all in the hope of freedom. Religion was full of lies and false promises. Too many pills in one go made me sick blades made a Sickly red mess none of which helped to heal … Continue reading Heal the Pain – a poem about……….