For your poems.
Injustice, insecurity, and very many problems.
Not a clue where they came from or how I could solve them.
Nights seeming darker, feeling more sorrow.
No anticipation for the day or the sun of tomorrow.
Concrete in my veins, a wrecking ball in my head.
Years of self hatred, wishing I was dead.
Crumbling away slowly, until there was nothing more.
I swallowed back hard, and sank to the floor.
Somehow still alive, but still without life.
Just a small spark of hope things would go right.
Days grueling on, forcing myself forward.
That glimmer of hope keeping my heart between my shoulders.
But time is only temporary: three months slowly passed.
That speck of hope the last […]