A Mile; In Suicidal Shoes

you’re not a bad person for the way you kill your sadness… Each pill dissolving on your tongue, the way you wished your pain would. But pain is not like people, you can’t just talk it away, And people aren’t simple, you cannot force them to stay. 99 pills at once, Like problems shoved down yourContinue reading “A Mile; In Suicidal Shoes”

Stranger

I don’t know why I’m writing this, But it kinda feels good… I know you’re somewhere out there  Probably reading this… I’m assuming you’re a Stranger  Who probably knows nothing about me Because for long, those closest to me didnt even know I write poetry.  So any judgments you make of me Will be basedContinue reading “Stranger”

Mrs Blue Black Purple

She looks at me through blue, black and purple.  Heavy rings around her eyes. No ring on her finger. Mentally enslaved. Temporary bruises beneath her clothing. Permanent scaring underneath her skin.  The colours of her pain have substituted her friends. He left her to choke. She can no longer see his face. She seems toContinue reading “Mrs Blue Black Purple”