Hurt

The Stone Rubs Off The Chalk

A Poem

Sensitive Souls

A prose poem

Candles in the dark – the beauty of light. Snuffed at the slightest stroke, taken to…

Stuffed Pain

The never ending pain, Stuffed around dark corners…

The Bell Has Been Rung

The silent hours are deafening.
Static thoughts leave me blind.
Self-loathing seals my lips.

At school today
I learnt a lot
Of hard and complex words.

Hurt

Love doesn’t hurt. It’s the people that hurt. — Car

I truly mean it. Love didn’t hurt me. It’s not even her, it’s.. me. For chasing after her with every single ounce of blood in my body. With every single cell, every single breath I inhale and exhale. With…