My Sister
my sister the dog and the cat
sitting on the brick wall
playing with sticks and leaves
dawn is falling
the air is finally turning towards summer
a light warm surrounds us
barefoot on the grass
following the cat
running with the dog
in my dreams we are sitting here forever
but at 8pm we go to bed
and in June you will be gone and moved away
and there will be a place missing in my heart
for the soft moments outside
with my sister
the dog and the cat
It’ll Be Okay
I have been very very sad
for a very very long time
But there will always be days
where I watch the sunrise
dance in the kitchen listening to music
and paint a little picture
So I think I will be okay
2/1/23
The urge to smash my forehead on the counter as hard as I can
is becoming unbearable
cracked skull
just needs a hard knock
sweet red liquid flows
I think of killing myself often
Whenever I am at work
or standing next to someone in the store
I feel the need
to lean over
ask in a hushed whisper
do you really like your life?
or are you just pretending?
Why does it feel like
I am the only one pretending?