Poems from Skibereen
I have suffered through many things. Worse than most but not the worst. Towards the end of 2012 I finally escaped the hell I was pushing through and I can finally say I'm content. In my first year of freedom I have grown to have a more compassionate understanding for humanity as a whole. I owe that to a wonderful girl who showed me what it feels like to be genuinely loved.
I am not a poet. I just have a voice and emotion that needs to be heard and understood.
I hope I can impress someone.
How can't you see.
The way I am feeling.
In front of you bleeding.
I am in needing.
Of someone to care.
And tell me they'll be there.