Taking Things

I thought you were done taking things from me

when you stole my virginity 7 years ago.

But yet here we are, all these years later

and you’re still taking things from me:

My happiness

My hopes

My dreams

My soulmate

My chance of having someone love me.

I can’t have any of those things

because you ruined me; damaged me.

And now I’m so broken that

I can never have the one thing all always want.

After 7 years I finally realize

it’s never going to get better for me.

Fuck you.




Days Like Today

On days like today,

it would be so easy

to do something as simple

as go for a drive

on the slick, white roads

and maybe go a little

faster than the speed limit

and lose the little control

I have in my life.


On days like today

it would be so easy

to just give in;

to just let go

and give up;

to fall off course

and have an accident…

or what looks like one.

What’s one more mistake?

I Can’t.

I keep telling people

I can’t keep doing this.

They tell me that I can,

But they just aren’t listening.

They don’t understand.

They don’t take me seriously.

I’m not joking around.

I literally cannot take any more.

I can’t hold anything else in.

I’m done.

I’m not just on the edge anymore.

I already let go.

I already decided to jump off the bridge

Because nobody told me to stop.


I have become so good

At pretending to be happy,

That I can’t tell that it’s fake anymore.

There are times that I can

Actually fool myself to think

That I can forget the truth inside me.

I can show a smile.

I can even share a giggle.

But those can’t fix the void I feel inside.

Inside, I am empty,

A hollow of my former self;

Plenty of room for words to bounce around.

I don’t have a purpose.

I’m not worth anything at all.

I will never be good enough to feel

Like life is worth living.


Friend To Friend: An advice poem

*so I wrote this poem a good 7 years ago for an eighth grade project( keep that in mind as the rhythm is truly non existent). It was meant to be a comfort poem for my best friend since her grandfather had recently passed. Now, considering the current state of my own grandmother, I find this poem to also be a comfort. I hope other can as well*

I know that you are devoted by his passing on,

But it’s time to start moving on.

Now missing him isn’t wrong,

But you need to move along.

For else, he will never arrive

At the place he looked forward to while alive.


Now this place he hopes to find

Is like no other kind,

It has everything he’ll ever need.

Yes, Heaven is an amazing place indeed.

So in order for him to go,

You must be willing to let go.


I know heart’s aren’t easy to mend,

But that is why I’m here for you, my friend.

I am here to help you through this painful journey

For I have been there and know it isn’t easy.

Now I know it won’t heal over night,

But after awhile, you’ll feel alright.