Poems from sorrymom

C’est la vie.
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...