You are not worth the upset you cause.

He hurt you so much.

I was wrong.

We have lost our connection.

My very first published poem talking about how I wish the world knew me.

This poem is about me. (They all are but..) I am her. Not one person will save/help me from the evil I live among. No one will help me overcome my depression or PTSD. No one ever helps me..

A song.

They have no moral right to fill the air
With chemicals that might destroy us all —-

You were never there for me.

You find your other self in a friend.