My God my God
What can I do?
To these broken hearts that surround me
What can I do?
To these saddened eyes I see

I can't stand doing nothing
Seeing tears run down their eyes
I can't stand doing nothing
When their days seem to grow dark and hazy  

I just want to put my arms around them
Telling them everything will be better than fine
Better than okay
But even that won't be enough

My God my God
What can I do?


My Son my Son
You need not do anything
But to stay and listen
To give Love, and to give Hope
Do what I say
You asked, and I have answered

You need not do anything
Just leave the rest to me.

The smell of burnt goodbyes
and strawberries
surrounded her

Battle scars displayed
down her arms
up her legs
across her hips

The smile on her face
didn't match
the blue in her eyes
and the red on her skin

She had lost the war
Her mind turned purple
and it all went black

a.) a crossed off to-do list
b.) crumpled toilet paper, used as a tissue
c.) white paper, rumpled but never used
d.) raisins
e.) sins
f.) a green plastic bottlecap, inscribed with the waves of a far away sea
g.) a mechanical pencil, out of lead
h.) a bobby pin, rendered useless due to short hair
i.) a small piece of string
j.) the small piece of my heart which contained affection for my father
k.) just kidding, that never existed
l.) the sleeves i cut off of a tshirt
m.) the heart i cut off of my sleeve
n.) a ****** poem about alcoholism
o.) the self loathing that weighed me down for nearly a year
p.) a list of the different gym classes available
q.) q tips, in the interest of alliteration
r.) one very old, very ***** sock