A Few Poems

You

My head hangs low

My heart’s in two

My spirit’s broken

My soul died too

The words you throw at me

Hit me hard

Ever since your reign began

I’ve cried hard

Now I am nothing

A slave to you

My mind is my enemy

And I hate you

Blood

Lift your head.

Put on your clothes.

Go wherever the wind blows.

Take off your old bandaids.

Let your wounds heal.

Later tonight, after they’re sealed

You’ll pick up your razor and slide it down your wrist.

Blood will drip.

Tears will fall.

And everything will start over again tomorrow.

Tired

I cry

Because I’m tired of everything.

But I’m tired of crying.

Especially about everything.