Poems from Christanpark
January 22nd.
La Loche, Saskatchewan. A little town in Canada's province.
We were all over the news. False information and stupid media...
Today..
Today I am not alone. I wear my feelings for him on my sleeve and I want you to notice. I want you to know how much you've broken...
You were my blessing.
You were my love.
You were my passionate,
Desperate love.
You held my hand.
You held my heart.
For I have given you...
Maybe, if your pretty brown eyes weren't so toxic,
I wouldn't be scared.
Maybe, if your lips didn't feel so good on mine,
I wouldn't be...
Why is suicide constantly bothering me?
Why does it claw at me?
What does it want?
Does it want my empty body or soul?
Suicide.
People...