poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
Recreate,Knitted from a different cloth,Created from Blood, from Pain, from Vulgaraties and most of All LossI will transform and form into my Skin,Form into my hair, form into this body that is emptyI will find beauty in this,In all that I hate, and pray, and pray prayI become calm,thats all that I pray f
Maybe punches, and slaps, and beatings that involved spices being burnt on tongues,Maybe the shatter of glasses in my skin, on my face did not dissolve into my bloodMaybe the fear, just the utter fear of the voice that began to haunt me, and still haunts me,The footsteps of movement on the creaking boards, walking […]
When I see those around me make it work,I wonder what it took for them to keep fighting?What it took to keep pushing,Now as my younger brother speaks on the Phone to me, and saysFor around a month now i’ve been getting scuicidal thoughts,the Only thing that stops me is going to Hell,Now tell me […]