Poetry

He raises his shoulders and puffs out his chest,His paper thin patience you put to the test,You asked for this, you pushed him, you’re always to blame,A brand new excuse yet it plays out the same,Bruises and scars that he pleads that you earned,This time it’s different and from this one he learned,Stories of traumas […]

I’ve been shackled and chained, I’ve spent a lifetime in pain, I’ve been scarred and been bruised, ive been broken and used, I’ve been scared of the hearse since I stepped foot on this earth, I’ve been through hell a hundred times over, convinced myself I was bipolar, But at the end of the day,