Words don’t cut it
Anymore
So it’s back to the knives
Instead
I really thought
I was over this
But the trauma demon
Has to be fed
Perverse
It’s only when you lie
I find
That my pain goes away
But when you tell the truth
I find
I don’t know what to say
The Support Group
I do not come here
Every week
Looking for praise or reward
For I don’t deserve
Any of those things
Of that I have been assured
Daddy Dearest
Call me your sweetheart again
She said
And I’ll punch you in the face
For you never earned that right
She said
In the first fucking place
Impenetrable
I really tried to love you
He said
But I wasn’t good enough
It’s really not your fault
She said
My exterior is just too tough
‘The Best Offence Is A Good Defence’
I just cannot understand
He said
Why you have to be so combative
I’ve just been surviving for so long
She said
That I’ve forgotten how to live
Running Scared
In case you don’t come back
He said
You did really well today
Thank you very much
She said
But I don’t believe a word you say
The Old Crone
Please
She said
Pay me no mind
And try not think of me unkind
For I am
She said
To madness inclined
And peace I can no longer find
Progress
I cry a lot more now
Even at the silliest thing
My therapist says it’s better
Than trying to keep it all in
Careful What You Wish For
I never thought
I had a heart
Until it broke
In two
Two Cents Worth
It will get better with time
They lied
Before my tears
Had even dried
Even My Tissues Have Issues
Will there ever come a day
When I won’t feel so sad
What the hell did I do
That was so fucking bad
All I ever wanted
Was to live a life free from pain
And yet it seems I am destined
To walk forever in the rain
How Long Has It Been Now?
From this cold embittered heart
I just cannot be prised apart
Like a leech on an open wound
Oh, is there any hope for me
From the past to be set free
And to love again become more attuned?
🖤
The Inner Turmoil
Always
laughing
and
joking
Smiling
on
the
outside
While
all the
time I'm
choking
On the
emotions
I'm trying
to hide
I Can’t Bring You Back Though, Can I?
I can look at your photo
I can whisper your name
I can press your shirt
Against my face
But nothing feels the same
I’m Not A Little Girl Anymore
Touch me again
And I’ll break your arm
For I’m older and stronger now
You can’t do me any more harm
My Lips Are Sealed
Don’t you worry
I will never tell
How much you hurt me
And put me through hell
But not to keep
Your good name intact
But more to ensure
You never come back
In My Shoes
Bitter
and
twistedYes,
that’s
meBut
live
my
lifeFor a
minute
or twoAnd so
would
you
fucking
be
Fancily Dressed
I’ve
often
been
trickedIn
my
lifeBut
rarely
ever
been
treatedSo
it
shouldn’t
beAny
wonder
reallyWhy
I always
sound so
defeated
Old News
Some
people
may
have
alreadyBut
I can
never
forgetFor
even
after
all
this
timeI’m
still
fucked
in the
head
Vital Signs
Surrounded
by death is
particularly
unpleasantEspecially
as not
everyone
makes it
to heaven
