Spoonfull of sugar

Just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down. I don’t think this handful of drugs was exactly what Mary Poppins was thinking of when she sang the lyrics. These days it takes a lot more than a spoonful… Read moreSpoonfull of sugar


**older poem… Not suicidal I’m all mixed up My head isn’t right I really want to die tonight The pills are calling or maybe the exhaust it’s the rope and a tree the final feeling of falling but those two… Read moreExisting

BPD need

Yell at me Scream at me Call me a bitch Don’t turn away Ignoring all of it My cuts are real You are seeing it right Please start a fight with me tonight…


You see me You know me and all is well You accept me You respect me and all is well You leave me You break me and all is hell…    


You said I was “the perfect one” And I believed it Can’t count how many times I let you deceive me I assumed you meant every word that you said Now I know you said what you said so you… Read moreSong