Poem I wrote a little while back about a bad time in my life.

A love poem written by me years ago.

I will always be your best friend.

Killing something so innocent.

I can’t pretend that I’m not sad.

You are so hurtful.

It is too sad for words.

A short poem about being trapped and wanting to break free.

I bore witness to your dying light.

The most difficult time in my life has been when those that are the closest to me have neglected to see how they kicked me when I was down. What makes a person want to give up? I have yet to be taken that far however I have been severely emotionally injured.