My Poems and Other Writing

You cut your kids off
In every single way
While they cry
Cutting their pain away

The jump rope he used to play with
When he was five,
He wore it as a scarf
So he jumped from his bed
There he had hung dead
Where did it go wrong
Oh, poor kid

She told you her dreams
You didn't care
from family to fiends
You neglected her needs
You put her on meds
She screams, "get out of my head"
She cried til she bled
From the wounds in her head
Don't act like a friend

Then, there's me.

A boy with a past
That didn't quite last
but i'm still here
Quiet with fear.