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  Jul 8 Ana Sweeney
I was a fool.
A fool that believed,
And on your stage,
I acted my part flawlessly,
The way you wanted me to be.
Ana Sweeney Jul 8
Unlike you, I feel no
Peace in silence.

Unlike you, it offers
Me no rest, nor comfort.

Unlike you, nothingness only
Amplifies the voices in my head.

Unlike you, amidst the abyss,
They are my only friends.
Ana Sweeney Jul 7
Ingredients: Despair

Mix them all together, and soon
This deadly concoction will pulse
Through my veins, a relentless,
Ever-present fire spreading
Across every fibre of my being,
Eventually reaching it’s final
Destination, engulfing my very soul.
  Jul 7 Ana Sweeney
A pen and paper
have always been my weapons of choice,
they helped me cope and come to grips,
they gave my sorrow a voice.
  Jul 3 Ana Sweeney
If only my scars were on the surface of my body. Then maybe you’d understand the burden of pain I have held.
  Jul 3 Ana Sweeney
you inhale tragedies
and exhale poetry
From where do you get your perseverance?
Ana Sweeney Jul 2
Sometimes there’s no better
antidote for an aching heart,
than a walk through a ghostly
mist of rain, discussing all the
mysteries of life and love
with an old, true friend.
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