Erin Tommas

Erin Tommas Feb 2014

Tylenol

I'm sitting here.

I have 17 extra strength tylenol.
I am 95 lbs of skin and bone.
For the last week I have thought about this,
This moment that I could be free.
That man took the last of my worth with him,
When he slammed me to the ground.
There is nothing left inside of me.
My heart isn't beating for me anymore.
It is beating for this foreign presence.
I see his his dark shadow when I close my eyes.
I can't walk anywhere and hear the footsteps behind me.
I am tired of fighting.
I am giving up.
I have 17 extra strength tylenol.
And I am ready to swallow.

Erin Tommas Feb 2014

That Night.

Tonight I was hit by a man I do not know
Now I am truly left with nowhere to go
I can't quite wrap myself into comfort
I can't quite make myself feel anything
All I feel is my cheekbone swelling
I hope that no one can tell

This didn't happen tonight like the poem says. This happened 4 days ago.

Erin Tommas Feb 2014

3 am.

Hello, 3 am, we meet again.

We cross paths way too much. 3 am & you are the same.

& while I can't hate you, I hate 3 am.
Because it's 3 am and I am cold & alone.

It's 3 am & you're not here.

Erin Tommas Jan 2014

The Darkness.

The Darkness.

I feel it creeping up on me.
It makes me feel alive
It makes me feel so free.
I welcome it with open arms
I feel the wrath envelop my entire body.

The comfort I feel inside my dark mind
Makes me happy
Takes me home.
Won't you let me bring you into..

The Darkness.

Erin Tommas Jan 2014

Lost

It's late, calm & silent
I feel at peace while I feel so broken
I am strong I have always known
But you took that away, you left me burned

Picking up pieces that haven't been found
Running in circles becoming more distant
I am lost but I will stand tall
I will be fine, I will be fine

Erin Tommas Dec 2013

No Name

What is life when you really step back?
Just a bunch of crowds waiting for the crack.
I guess for you the silence became different;
Like we were floating in a separate current.

I try so hard to find the hate;
Somehow I find that goes against fate.
Remember the warmth you found in me?
I've found that everything isn't so free.

I often feel like the flattered fool;
Drowning inside this bottomless pool.
Trying to find safety upon the shore,
When did I become a bore?

I desperately wish I could go back;
To save ourselves from this skipping track.
They say that everything happens for a reason;
But for now I choose to believe in treason.

— The End —