As I sit here in chair, I act like I don’t care that I’m stuck here, I hate life and myself, I can’t imagine staying here, Why do they want me to stay here, Nobody knows or understands my pain, I hide it inside of myself while watching the ball game, Why won’t it end,… Continue reading i want to die because of this chair
Tag: aids
As It Crumbles
It all started with a line; a single thin cinnamon brown line of heroin strewn across a glass table with a rolled twenty laying beside it. I was already a veteran of drug abuse, but i hadn’t yet crossed that line and went to dope, so when the opportunity arised i at first declined; it… Continue reading As It Crumbles
Being in a wheelchair, you can see the darkness waiting for you. Kill my pain now!
As I sit here in chair, I act like I don’t care that I’m stuck here, I hate life and myself, I can’t imagine staying here, Why do they want me to stay here, Nobody knows or understands my pain, I hide it inside of myself while watching the ball game, Why won’t it end,… Continue reading Being in a wheelchair, you can see the darkness waiting for you. Kill my pain now!
Poem-The Real Enemy
I decide to read the newspaper today Most days, from it, I try and keep away Nearly every article is filled with anger and misery It builds up such a rage in me
a bloodly goodbye
bound so tightly that blood seeps through my candy coated band-aids nobody notices the little red marks another fashion statement
Poem-The Real Enemy
I decide to read the newspaper today Most days, from it, I try and keep away Nearly every article is filled with anger and misery It builds up such a rage in me
I Have AIDS
i learn a lesson every day be it pain or fear or that nothing’s okay but today’s lesson only stupified me for i learned i was someone i dreaded to be