Poems from sorrymom
The animals live as they
are adapted to live, but never more.
They are primitive. Without free thought,
without art and culture,
without...
Drugs were addicting. I suppose I enjoyed seeing everything and feeling nothing. Though I did kind of feel alive - to be staring into the...
It is bittersweet.
I miss taking you to eat
and I miss rubbing on your feet.
I miss having someone to trust
and to be vulnerable with and...
feelings we disect,
fail to digest.
we're both so depressed.
emotions repressed;
show reason less.
we scream and we shout;
dont know what...
It has been fifteen years. Sometimes I wonder
If when I cry you shed tears, too, and I wonder
Will I go deaf soon? I try to drown out your...