Arc of light that lit your tears,
couldn't  lighten the darkest of your eyes.

Last night it shone in the skies,
the same arc with the purest light.

My riddled mind failed to read,
the arc was nothing but the moon itself,

because darker than the skies ,
he found your eyes with darkest skies

The saddest thing
Isn't not having friends
But thinking you do
When really *you don't

Poor African child....
Sorrows and heartbreaks are all you know,
Promises of a better home you are told,
But yet...
Deeds are so invisible to your clear sparkling naked brown eyes,
Death murdered your own shadow, and follows you everywhere...just a matter of time 'ntill you shake hands,
Melodies of a C4 and tunes of the M16 is all you listen to, as they sing in their killing sounds
Hope has left its own home, your heart...and has found comfort in those who control life,
To them, your life is as that of a fly, 'You live today, you die tomorrow'
Cries of your loved ones as they are being  murdered like wild animals and hunger around you is the best description of your compound,
The life of a slave is better than yours...for a slave has a master but you, you have masters....
Poor African child...the very words you know are; 'When is this going to be over, and see the sun shine above the clouds?'

Why?

Why do you deny yourself
something you’ve wanted
for so long?

Why do you run from dreams
even when you see
they can come true?

Why do you ignore the words
coming from your heart
when it is pleading with you?

Why do you hide from happiness
knowing it is waiting
to bring a smile to your face?

Why do you abandon love
that touches every part of you
in its truest form?

Why don’t you do something
for you?

Why do I keep asking myself these questions?

Why am I asking you?

If there is a her
And if there is no other way.
Just leave it like that.
I can always act
Like I don't care anymore.
Wearing off like a raccoon claw
On my skin.
I wore my heart on my sleeve
Countless times for you to know.
Time went from
You being eager to then distant.
I know I was wrong.
So I'm gone.
I hope you're happy
Even if there is another her.
It's fine.

She will come back for you,
She will rip your heart out for what you've done!
She will eat you black blob you call a soul!
Your ****** for ever lie, for every promise never kept!
You had no chance!

Sitting silently,
He sits and stares at his phone,
Shifting slightly,
He doesn't look up from his phone,
Coughing quietly,
He ignores me and looks at his phone,
A little louder,
He stays there slowly reading his phone,
Groaning with the pain,
He still remains there silently checking his phone,
Starting to bleed,
He raises an eyebrow at the screen of his phone that he studies so intently.
Feeling faint,
He sighs and looks at the clock before looking back down at the obviously intriguing phone in his hand.
Skin pale, vision blurred,
He chuckles to himself and takes a sip from the half-empty cup of tea at his side and scrolls with a single finger on the screen of his phone.
My voice is weak as I call out,
"Dad..."
For the last time the blade glides over my wrist.
He stares at his phone.

I try so hard
to be this positive force
but how does one keep it up
when everything is crumbling down?

Dr Dr help me help!
Thou who art so skilled
Slice me
Air out my insides
There place the health
Stuff it in
As much as you can find
Or at least a scrap
Please, a scrap
Sewn up I'll bulge
Sparkles lacing taut skin

But they hold it up
Towering above grabbing hands
I slump on the conveyer belt
Through box after box
As DING!
"Healthy"
Each proclaims
And shoves me to the next

I'm clutching at my sides
To hold me together
Sickness seeping through
To reach them
I sway in doorways
Please, who will help me?
Please, someone listen
I'm losing hope,
**please