Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Her Wrists Are Marked With Blame...

Her wrists are marked with blame
The cuts were hid in shame
The shame caused by sadness
The lack of pain was numbness
And it all came from a life
She didn't want to live

The many pill bottles on the counter
Mark her harrowing struggle
To gain control of her life
The stack of tattered instructions
Show how she tried
To find a way to survive

She trusts nobody
She writes what she won't speak
So the notebooks filled with ink
And the sketches done with pencil
Are filled with vulnerability
The most honest part of her

Look in her eyes
And you might see
The girl caged within
Trying to break free -

#ShadowOfControl #RealityHauntsMe

Thursday, July 17, 2014

Wake up Maa..

I' m starting to fall asleep,
Thinking tomorrow, 
I’ll be waking
To see your sweet face.
But then I hear this yell
That scares me more than hell.
I run to your room
Seeing you lying there
Fast asleep.
Or so I thought.
Dad, The man you sleep next to each night...
He’s shaking and calling your name mom
But why aren’t you waking up?
Mom wake up,
Please, for me?
Open your eyes mom,
You can’t leave me this way,
Mommy please don’t leave,
It’s not your turn to go.
I’m standing here looking at you mom,
Praying your blood will start to flow.
Mom what’s wrong with you
Why are you turning so blue?
Wait!
Please don’t leave
I need you hear,
So my life
Can be perfectly clear.
Pull through this,
I know you can!!
Come on mom,
It’s me
Mommies little girl.
Mom can you hear me?
Please say you do.
Come on mom,
I no you’ll pull through.
I love you mom,
Please try,
So my life can stay the same.
Please, for me?
It’s not your turn. You can’t leave me this way.
Mom I love you,
I know you love me too.
That’s why you got to make it,
Please make it through.
I’ve said enough
I pray you will wake up tomorrow 
And this is just one bad dream!
I love you mom!!

           "She closed her eyes and slept away        forever, peacefully" 

Monday, February 10, 2014

Before You Judge Me

Put my shoes on, walk the path I've walked, feel every knife in my back, see how I got my scars and then... Judge Me... I'm not just a book you can glance at...