Her Poems

Darkness.

It was dark.
so dark that the only thing that could be seen was the dull street light shining through the large wooden window above her queen sized bed.

nothing mattered.
not to her.
not to anyone.
it was all silent.

alone with her thoughts, she laid there.
pondering how did her life turn out like this?
so...meaningless?

a black espresso coffee in her white cylinder mug she held in her pale right hand.
already caffeinated at 6am in the morning. ouch.

if anyone was to know about self care, it was her. but still, her raging body needed it's fix. and she gave in. at 6am.