Broken...This is how I feel,Stilted and broken,Lost and ready to meet the end.How can I fit into these tiny spaces?It feels like I have a million choices to make,But no time to take.And yet the moments that I want to leave behindAre taking forever.Unclean, unwanted,Unneeded, unsure.This is where I am,But I hope I wont stay here long.I dont think I can take it anymore.So many voices,None of them saying the things I need to here,The words that will allow me toReconnect with the deepest part of myself.I cant see it, and have not been able toFor the past thousand breaths.And like I said before,The
Poem V - I Hate YouPoem VI Hate YouI hate this place.I hate how it looks at night--With the inside darker than the lamp-lit night outside.With dusty fabric and freezing, dirty floors.A sickly yellow glow nearly blinding,Creeping in between the window panes--Drifting in through my tears.I hate how I feel here.Don't know why, or what it's from,But God, it hurts.It's so lonely-- I could wake you up,But would it chase the ghosts away,or invite more in?And it wouldn't really be fair.I hate how you treat her.I keep telling myself,He knows what he's doing,He's the parent-- what right do I have to interfere?There's things I don