A nother ****** day
B inging, then throwing up; Hunger
C rying, as usual
D eath sounds comforting
E each day is a struggle
F orcing smiles
G one too soon? Not soon enough
H eaven isn't for people like me.
I nternal struggle—i want to
   die//i want to live ..
J ust one more cut .. Oops, too
   many to count
K ill yourself, my thoughts say
L iving is exhausting
M ore scars
N othing inside. It's hungry. Being
    eaten alive
O h, I woke up this morning, I
    wanted to die
P ain .. So much pain.
Q uit  it!
R est in peace [RIP]
S hut up!
T hese thoughts will be the death
   of me. Tired
U nder the facade is a corpse. Im
    a walking dead
V ery soon i will end it.
W hy should I stay alive? Should
     I **** myself?
X friends, x lovers, goodbye
Y es
Z ero thoughts

what's life
but
p i l e s  of
memory-adding-distraction;
distracting how to
react
when all of these
memories try & attack them ||
now
we are
forgetting forgetting
is easy
like
adding and
halving up
decimal fractions

Underneath this full
Moon I sit
And watch

These people come and go.
Hoping that one day we can have peace,
Understanding, and love again.
Right now this world needs help, a
Miracle---something to bring us back to
A** time when we cared about our
Neighbors and each other. Someday.

Feathers blossomed showering upon sight,
After a windshield hit all was in darkness.
The moments of blindness, reflexes
Each moment ushered away.

For not a moment wished or sought,
A** flurry of darkness covered like death,
These flightless left overs controlling
Every moment lasting a lifetime.

Fate lends us hands, delegates its plan
A motion, was it foreseen,
That which was and is about to happen
Every moment was it mapped out by fates hand.

Should ones form be dictated by colour
these hanging feathers looking duller
all I wanted was to be treated like another
ravens spoke of there dismay called the other
less I spread my wings in shame, am I not beautiful
each feather shimmers, others claims inexcusable
so many of raven feathers, doubt there place,
s**tarless we may be, but aren't we full of midnights grace.

I rise, re calibrating mind's eye while seemingly sized up i realize that real eyes see straight through what lies upon rubble of distorted space and time. factor out F-iction from
fabricat-E-d pixels of sepia pictures. contemplating albums of step up or kiss my derriere. torn corners slightly f-Aded not jaded various images a-Re still scene. pass me the ******* jack crumbs li-Ning the pockets of p-Ollys blue babydoll jeans. percep-Tion is depth within regardless of judgement not swaying determination as long as t-Hese lungs live and breathe.  rediscovering strength inside  mazes of why did -I’s? regrets are for those filled with shame. trusti-Ng in something believe with the knowin-G that faith burrows through mortal pain....

hese old black shoes I wore it everywhere
They are old and out of style
To me these black shoes are the most comfortable shoes I have to Wear
It have gone many times to the shoemaker to put a new heal
I could never part with these old black shoes
To me they are as good as new
Just a little cleaning and the black shoes will shine