My love, My words escape me, like elusive phantoms slipping through trembling fingers. The sickness has come for me again,…
Browsing: recovery poems
What if all the horrible things we do to ourselves In our minds and in our hearts Are to keep…
It seems that in its search for eternal balance, my brain has decided that for every time I feel good,…
Sometimes I wish I could die at my desk. I could silently slide into the bliss of never having to…
I never had a father, Just a sperm donor Who acted like a father So that society would feed his…
One day I awoke and told myself I was sad. Thus, my childhood died. I remember smiles; laughter from the…
I fear my subconscious is a predator. I fear it knows all of my weaknesses and manipulates me into hating…