I’ve softened the chapters of my life

the edges still tattered

but tolerant

i still yearn for sleep

free from waking

The trash is scattered amongst this park

always filthy

it calms my mind

the way you never could

Bastard children

running barefoot

mothers with blank eyes

i have tasted the void of emptiness

Will you come home now?

the sea is calling

but so is the trash

Stupid girl

with all your desires

haven’t you been given enough?