Buried Words

Buried Words Jun 2020

Living

And I’m back to the bad place.
My hollow corpse,
Floating aimlessly.
Through what some people call,
Life.

Buried Words May 2020

Warning

I am dangerously insecure...

Buried Words May 2020

PTSD

The memories hurt a million times more,
Than the trauma itself.

Buried Words May 2020

Mother

She makes me feel unwanted.
A burden,
Undeserving of love and life.
She calls me ‘fat’, ‘useless’, ‘worthless’.
And those words are engraved in my mind,
Forever on repeat.

My mother makes me want to die.

Buried Words May 2020

Photographs

It’s funny really. All those pictures you show me, I’m smiling. Those were days when underneath my pants, I was covered in wounds. Laughing, happy and at peace, yet my body at war with my mind. A smile speaks a thousand words and can also hide the unspoken ones.

Buried Words Apr 2020

8.30pm 19/04/2020

You stood on the track.
Consciously waiting,
For 8.30pm.
You knew exactly what was going to happen,
Yet you still stood.
Sweat dropped off your forehead,
Onto your tanned nose.
But you let go.
You had enough.
And 8.31pm came,
Now you are gone.

Buried Words Apr 2020

Is it normal..

That I wish
I dug deeper.
To expose the veins and arteries,
That to this day keep me alive.

That I wish
My hands could hold more pills.

That I wish
I wasn’t born.

I don’t want to be here.
I hate it.

Why can’t i be normal