closed off
4 walls padded
so she won't harm herself or others
mind is doing flips
running circles around the thought of "trapped"
can't leave
**** that tiny ******* window
flip you off for watching me lose my ****
punch the wall, scream out in horror
slam my fist into the floor in agony
******* padded room.....

My body, my temple
my mind, my feet
my vessel the heart, bleeds into internal madness

my body is comfortably numb down to my toes
words that trickle down my cheeks like droplets

As the waterworks stream upward to my eyes; I am hopeless
dreams kept hidden under my bed
scared of the dark, yet I find myself loving the night

numb my thumbs...

Drippings of blood, from his lips
mouth tastes like a candy cane,
as he dips the tip of his pen down the center of my spinal notebook,
tangles his hands intertwined with mine,
we write the wrongs to the the rights

eagerly laughing " like we did this before"
we speak in times when we were young and carefree
I never knew his name.
only the taste... of that sweet candy cane.

as drips of blood, fill my lips.

Compelling told stories, shed from her angry eyes
tiny cold shards of glass.. made her tears seem like blood boiling under a hot fire
pressure to be this being, she just was NOT
loner, loser, freak,.... she felt the need to disappear often
She never told a being her true "feelings" yet she spoke often of death.
alone in such a world... She questioned her life..
all the dark **** she kept inside haunted her.

never again will she speak in such a light....

I’m rich when it comes to clothes, food and a home to rest my head at night,
I’m poor when it comes to self love <\3
I look in disgust, feel drained with doubt that I can’t...
see a face, flesh just skin bare that I want to cover in shame, filth
Clothed in dark, no color to claim my mark
Just.. cold black.

I can feel my being, being pulled away..
pieces of me all over the place
floating in air..

like a simple "hello" turns into goodbye
turning away from the pain, seeing the good in this..

as my body turns inside out
aching bones, limber and barely alive
kissing my love as if it were my last kiss,

stumbling on the words I desperately speak
leaving behind my body.

fragile and weak
my being is slowly pulling away
aching bones just lie, like a empty pit

I kneel before God; asking help me

Men, what disgust.. what shame
You've become to comfortable with the idea that we being women have to do... it ALL

entitled?  give me, I want it done attitude isn't working on this fine woman!

I am not a maid! nor am I your mother.

As we may know most of us work just as much as you, coming home to the filthy house...