Separated

I wish when I woke up 

each morning,

that I was soothed

with the fact that

my dad is only down

the stairs, 

not miles away.

For a daughter to grow up 

without her father 

by her side

to teach her 

how to love herself,

is like taking the sun from the sky. 

What is left?

Rotting Soul

I've memorized every crack in my ceiling

from the countless hours

I have spent

laying on my floor,

with nothing to soak into 

besides my disoriented introspection.

The only time my spirit ever tastes freedom

is on these pages right here.

I can only put up a fight

with my sanity for so long...

with each passing day

it rots.

demons becoming shallow

i've been lonely nearly all my life.

for a while, books & music comforted me

on the days that were

especially difficult.

but today, nothing seems to soothe my thoughts.

no matter how many cigarettes i smoke,

drugs i swallow

and words i write,

there's still something 

deep inside

that keeps gnawing at

the surface

to burst out.