Poem Day 7: Why I Burned My Journals

When I was 14 I wanted to kill myself 15 and 16, my thoughts never changed I was manic and my words proved it These past entries were filled with darkness A lot of people said I’ve been strong But these entries scare me Its a reminder of the struggle The struggle to wake up …

Poem Day 2: 1-800-273-8255

There’s something that makes sense Then something that doesn’t There are moments of clarity There are murky thoughts too One foot out the door A split second thought Passed the highway A split second jolt Then you’re awake Death is inevitable We’ll be buried at some point Burned and scattered Forgotten, rarely remembered There are …

Saint Unknown

I was looking for sanity In all the wrong places Looking at the streets Looking underneath sheets I was looking for sanity Atop the highest buildings Looking for sanity in poison You called me a saint You said I was the saint of the lost Saint of the condemned Saint of the sinners Saint of …