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Written in 2003. Maclane Hospital, Belmont Mass.
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Just can not explain my family..
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Longing for night, when the worlds' dark and slow.Why she feels she must roam, she truly does not know.Wanting so to resist, yet gives in to the pain...
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Bridget, get me some ice!I've long known what that meant.Mom was taken from us.And her other was sent.Wanting always to help her,Staying close by her ..
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Written one day about how I felt when I walked to School as a child. I repressed memories of abuse until age 27.
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After years of struggling with my mental health I still feel misunderstood. I keep my secrets to myself
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The best smell I have ever known.I remember now how it made me feel. Feeling safe in that place I laid.My worries were so small. Now I know it is stil..
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From under my covers, that's if I peak out.There's a small ray of hope where there used to be doubt.If I come out slowly, will the fear stay away?Coul..
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Running in circles, feeling wild.Driven by fear, this broken child. Who will save her? Is there someone near?Or will the world go on without a care? S..
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