The words on the pages blur Fading away in a mist A mist of tears, floods In a waterfall, Like so many drops of blood

There is a beautiful glade Covered in white roses Shimmering in the sunlight Ranks of tall trees with golden le… Surround the glade

What is the most painful word? Is it hate? That abject raging emotion that… Hate can be fulfilled, one way or… Or maybe it’s sadness?

Your inability to see What’s killing me Endlessly This is my destiny A loop of death

The smile hides the tears The laugh conceals the pain The jokes save them from his suffe… “I’m fine” he says “I’m okay” he says

Writing poetry at 4 am Is not as romantic as the poets sa… It is not with love I write Or hatred It is neither

They scream He cries She laughs Sound can be a powerful thing Songs can touch the heart

What is the blackness other than n… Could it be something tangible? Something you can embrace? What if it is the one embracing? Every night, as you lie

center WILL HE JUMP? HE STANDS THERE WAITING WILL HE TURN BACK? HE LOOKS DOWN

Thoughts collapse Mind full of gaps Can’t escape Pain takes shape Cuts on a wrist

Tossing and turning in bed Whilst dark thoughts crawl in my h… Finding it impossible to fall asle… As the madness begins to creep Like a serpent slithering

So cold, Why is it so cold? The air as I suck it in In gasping breaths After I have punched my knuckles…