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Sep 1
leaving some of us wishing that we were dead.
some slivers of images that have come to pass
flying by, haunting for they never seem to last
Teardrops fall full of so much pain
masquerading as unpredicted rain.
like shattered glass rain down torn bits of my soul
The comfort I have found comes from rocking this bowl

My heart is beating inside my chest so sporadically,
my thoughts are twisting up quite erratically
Who knew that my life would be affected so dramatically.
it was almost ******* automatically.
Everything  progressed so drastically.
I did everything that I did quite savagely.
It was all turning out fantastically.  
who knew my story would be so poetic tragically.
Did you know I was a walking talking catastrophe.
so of course There a parts of my life quite unsatisfactory

Confusion sets in
where to begin
uncomfortable in own skin
Buried deep within
scent of *** and sin
Cannot let them in
will never let them win
Insanity over again
beginning of the end
Written by
Vanessa Miller  45/F/Texas
(45/F/Texas)   
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