I fear I may be losing the fight of the war that goes on inside,
My armour has been stripped away and there is nowhere for me to hide,
Constant battles on a daily basis are draining my will to keep holding on,
I'm afraid that if I let go of the booey I will be forever gone,
I sometimes see myself as if I'm standing outside my body looking back,
Like someone else is In the driving seat just like a server that's been hacked,
It's a strange feeling because all my fear and worries disappear,
Almost as if they stay in my body while I am out here,
Feels so nice to have a moment where there are no voices shouting at me,
Free of all the negative thoughts and emotions for a short time I have clarity,
Although it only lasts around 10 minutes sometime a little more,
The peace and serenity feels amazing it flows straight to my core,
If only I could have this while being inside my body every single day,
But sadly when back in the driving seat all the peace and good emotions fade away.
By A L.FORDHAM
( A POET IN PINK )

You broke me down, shatter my soul,
Piece by piece till I was no longer whole,
The walls I built came tumbling down,
A jab to my heart made such a terrible sound,
All my layers that I wrapped around me,
You cut them off and then betrayed me,
Never thinking about me,
You were the hunter and I was your prey,
And I never got much of a say,
Never thinking about me,
All this time I thought you cared,
But no my sight was just impaired,
You lured me in with a smile on your face,
But underneath its not a happy place!!!
You had me in your grasp with no get away,
Covered my mouth so I had nothing to say, Never thinking about me,
In you went with not a single remorse, Speeding up and increasing the force,
Never thinking about me,
You said to me that I'm to blame,
And you enjoyed this so called game,
Up you got & left I didn't know what to do,
No care in the world just another trophy for you.
BY A.L.FORDHAM
( A POET IN PINK )

Words are a powerful thing they could help in so many ways,
But if used wrongly they could ruin someones day,

Our voices are a weapon if you choose to use it for good,
If you use it to bully others then karma will hit you in the face with mud,

We can all change the world if we work to without the fights,
Kindness doesn't cost a penny and it's never too late to make things right,

Pretending to be something your not will only make you more unhappy and sour,
Trust in the real you because being yourself is your super power,

No one person is better than the rest of us,
We are all equals and we are all definitely loved,

So shine brightly and believe in who you are,
As you are so beautiful like a shooting star.

BY A.L.FORDHAM
(A POET IN PINK)