“Tragedies and silence has the same
address”

Why cut yourself when you can be in


                                     L O V E!!!

“Oh ok”
Actually means
                  My heart has rippled into millions of pieces
                       But I won't bother telling
You
              don't want to waste your time

Here we lie
The blundering brain
The strongest wean
Knotted around the fading frame

Happier days are definitely ahead for you..
                                        Struggle has
         e
               N
                     D
                          e
                               D.

”be myself ”

Been telling myself that for
        E
            I
                G
                     H
                          T
Y
   E
A
      R
S
And it hasn't work.

Cracked the rage with both hands
Light a sack of cards
smell it strong flames burn your eyes
Written at 8:21

It hard to get by
Just upon a smile

”But who could love me?
                          . When am out of my mind”

I can’t walk it alone

The sky is blue
The grass is green
Everything is cool

It a sad and beautiful world

I know who I am !
Am playing as a black girl who
Sit quietly on bus 143 looking into the busy schedule of busy children setting off into their busy lives





I guess am gushed with the feeling of anger, put the tears say pop my pain away with the magical pill and the meowing will go away leaving me at peace

Skimpy lassie laying peaceful, warmth touching her delicate face
Bore her eyes in this imaginary vault of heaven.
Thoughts rushing though her veins
Are there angels upon these candy clouds?
Mama say that they’re really good at hide and seek so you have to be really quiet and steady
Open your ears
Ignore the swisher of the wind
Church bells
Passionate laughter
Is it dazzling in the brume

Search the streets for old friends...
                                  
                                    Met
                     Strangers
                                        None who
                 Remember
None who take me home....

No one truly want to have a dark days
                                                Or sleepless
                                                  Nights
               Or grumpy morning.
No one truly wants to be stuck in this endless dark tunnel with no hope for a mendicant to fix my long lasting friendship called depression.

My mother sheers tears called confusion and frustration
She just want someone I can’t give her
Am sorry mum that I will never be that small smart girl who made you proud.

Am sorry that I got addicted to it when your love is way better than any drug