These words
Will never
Fully express
The pain
Inside
My chest
When I
Remember
That you don't
Want me
Anymore.

ive recignised
my struggles
as a bird
flying into the
harsh bashing wind
as everyone watches.
                giving up
                means
         f           a       l        l          i     n              g
and yet everyone
can see im going
no where
but backwards

(s.q)

im better
not fixed
not perfect
but better

the medications cleared my head like wind off the sea
i cant remember the last time i had a clear thought
70ml prozac along with a mix of anti psychosis to sleep with
i wake up more often not hating my life
im not suicidal
i still want pain
but i want to live

i'm homesick from places
I've never been
cities I've never wandered

but I'm also homesick
from your arms

a.m.

I always overthink
Leaving permanent ink
One thought
Next another
Each and every other
The constant annoying utter

Southern justice is the snake
that slithers up the tree
before the buzz
of  the lumberjack’s saw,
the duck of the head
to  fit it into the squad car,
the dark voice  
singing in a  dark cell
put on death row
before his trial,
convicted for the
color of his skin
before he was even born,
living everyday,
never hoping
for just mercy.