You who did the unthinkable Proved that friendships are sinkable When I swore I would not give up On people again You forced my hand You This break cannot be mended And something in my heart has ended A kind of trust is gone Because of your manipulative ways I cannot even face You I'm … Continue reading You


Her soul is weary from battles waged, and she grows tired as she's aged. The sun is devoid of all its light, and she cannot see any of the bright. Darkness blankets her like a foggy sky, and she cannot stop the tears she cries. When the sun is gone and the moon is set, … Continue reading Tide

Flashlight 🔦

Ponytail giving away how much The body has lost its care. Wrinkles and folds line the clothing everywhere. An active mind gone blank Lost in space. Tee shirt catching water From a tear-stained face. Fear rules over each new choice and move. Old scars and wounds Are hard to soothe. Blackness replaces every moment That … Continue reading Flashlight 🔦

Hope (A Poem)

Holding on for another day Hoping that there's another way Through the darkness that consumes the light And only seems to dissipate at night With the unconsciousness of sleep and dreaming Even though during daylight my mind is teaming With thoughts from everywhere about everything And even the walls are beginning to sing Maybe I'm … Continue reading Hope (A Poem)


Sitting alone lost in my thoughts, I sit here and think things I probably should not. Fear has a grip and I know it's not it's not wise, To contemplate all of the things I despise In myself when I look in the mirror and see, All of the things that are just not to … Continue reading Should


Tossing and turning all night, clenching my jaw tight. The tears could fill a well, and the wish I would tell, is peace for my soul, instead of this endless hole, of vibrating madness, combined with frustrating sadness. I can feel my brain jerk and twitch, 'cause anxiety really is a bitch. Older original art … Continue reading Anxiety


Another day filled with dread while inside I just feel dead. Mind racing with thoughts like midnight and I feel so far from the light. Pain so raw I feel flayed from my head to my toes and I can't know how long this goes. My mind is split side by side and I am … Continue reading Midnight

Stupid Limerick

There once was a girl who was sad, She couldn't stop herself from feeling bad. Everything felt like a trigger, Her problems seemingly kept getting bigger, And she couldn't find her way to glad.

Reflections (bad poetry)

I stare at the mirror and hate what I see, Not trusting the woman staring back at me. Every roll, every mark, every imperfection, Is there to see in that complex reflection. There's more to that mirror than meets the eye, And plenty there to make me cry. Image cited somewhere else on my blog.