He may not live in my mind rent free anymore, but he does stop by. I keep my doors locked at all times, but he knows of the broken window in the attic which will not close.

I know he sneaks in from time to time. I’ve seen traces of him having infiltrated my spaces. In the hard to access areas, hidden in the past.

Lurking around corners and hiding in the shadows, i know he is there, waiting for ...

Rain soothes me

It gives me relief

But it can get you wet

The water can rise above you

Where you cannot stop it

Struggling to breathe and keep afloat

You try to stop the rain

But it always comes back

Again and again

Stronger than before

Until one day

It rains

But quicker than the times before

Higher than normal

Until you are under

Your head pounding

Begging for oxygen that your body...

The open window

Let’s in the rain

Every night

As I lie alone

In a bed for two

The open window

Won’t let me close it

The room fills with water

As I sleep

It goes over my head

The open window

Lets the water in

But it won’t spill out

As it fills my lungs

I gladly drown

The open window

Might finally shut

One day in the future

As I finally let go

But I know I can’t let go...

There’s a window in my attic.

It’s an old attic.

I want to open the window.

Sometimes I try.

It’s usually dusted shut.

I’d like to see the outside sometime....

I struggle

Stuck to my seat beside the window

Eyes shut, but ear opened

Heart open and bruised

I can’t stop

Hearing the words

Spilling through my open window

Like searching, dripping poison

Trying to find me

To hurt me

But I can’t close it

I can’t shut the window, it’s doesn’t budge

Because maybe I deserve this

I’m a creature made of filth

Disgusting, innocence runs from me

So I sit there, a...

_Cw: suicide _

_• _

She wrote her final note,

lying on her bed, beneath the window—

the one she wasn’t yet aware

she’d jump from.

The act wasn’t planned,

but the pen under her pillow

and the wall beside her

seemed to call her hand.

She pressed ink into concrete,

scraped at the drywall,

ensuring that anyone who came after

would see the marks she left behind.

Satisfied with her work,

she tidied...

It’s the constant state of mind

Breathe in and out

The cold or warm air I might

Just sleep on the floor tonight

Begging for the closure

There’s times it falls over

But it gets up after an hour

And I hate how we called it “ours”

Feel the cold air enter

And I shiver then flinch

When the warm air appears

Then I hide till it clears

I’ve waited years for you

To lead me on

For me to write

That I hat...

She took half of me

The half that laughed when she fell

The half that was never bothered when people made fun of her

Or when her friends would leave her out

The half that was good

The half that I needed

She took it

I know she’s there somewhere

Trying to find her way back to me

In the shadows of whom took her

She is trying to find the light

The light that let her in

That let in the full of her

The...

My bones caught a chill,

And I felt my quill still.

It was then,

That I noticed the frosted window sill.

You had gone,

Leaving my window wide open to the November breeze,

That had come to steal my words unspoken.

The last autumn leaf fell,

And a chilly November turned brutal,

Dreary December.

Ice crept over my quill,

And the wind’s sharp shrill

Told me I could surrender—

But my mind wo...

I hide in my room, resting in the bed

I’m hungered, I need to be fed

I’m thirsty, I need a drink

I’m depressed, I need to leave

Wasting away in this dim room

A breeze slugs in, imitating this gloom

I looked to my side, as the wind blows

Through that window that won’t close

Marching to the window

My feet dragging, my head low

I shove it down, to give it a shot

As I look down at the parking lot

I...