Poems from ezer
why is no one screaming at our children
standing on their monkey bars and yelling at them
that this life is the only one they get
that...
my mom always called it
white knuckling it
when you grasp at something so hard
your hands turn white
like your trying to keep yourself...
i know rock bottom feels hollow
like a chasm that will never be filled
like the roaring won't cease and the hurt will never heal. ...
my scars tell me
you're too much
you'll never be enough
you're not pretty enough
you're never going to be good enough
and for awhile...
there was a moment
a weak, broken moment
where I wanted us to end
not because I didn't love you
not because you weren't exactly what I...