creased jeans,
she buy one,
get one free

dollar menu meal,
skin too tight,
life's too real

crack ******* and needle
tracks,
if only she could take time back

crinkled tinfoil, lighter
fire
happiness is a ******* liar

eyes blank, breath cold
her soul gone, her
love sold

The simplicity
of a short but blunt
and simple poem
can temporarily
cast out the
demons that
roam inside
my head

i look at myself from distance and
i look like a stranger.
i am nothing like
i imagine myself to be.
i am not special.
i hurt people

he may have broken her
but her eyes will still glow golden in soft sunlight
even if her cheeks are stained with tears

s.s

How does one cope with
Permanence of suffering
When only human