Poems from State of Mess
I feel too much
Too fast
Too often
Too deep
Too strongly
I want to make it stop
I need to make it stop
It has to stop
But it...
I feel addiction grasping me,
It has been for years,
Always in different forms.
I cannot handle...
Life. Is not for me.
That, I can clearly see.
I wish that I could be free
From all this fucking misery.
The mother walked into her home,
Not expecting her story to be told in a poem.
But her life took a turn that day,
There was no way
for...
I had a key,
To my heart,
It was only for me,
To play my part.
I gave away the key,
To a boy,
So that he could see me, all of me,
And I...