I never intended to live past 19

I never wanted to feel what I felt

I never wanted to see what I’ve seen

I never wanted to let go of the noose I made from my belt

If I could stop myself from this feeling of falling

Crying as I hold on to what was and what it could be

I don’t need you and I’ll never see you even try to stall it

Dropping down to see how I feel

Will we ever get to the other side?

Don’t know but I swear I’ll die trying


When we didn’t know
that this was the end
that the wind would blow
and take us to different bends

the last time i got to touch you
the last time we kiss
the last time i say goodbye
the last time i said it’d be you the most i’d miss

it was time to leave
and i held you for the last time
my heart it cleaved
and our future would never again chime.

An Unfortunate College Student

Institutionalised private prisons with books
where the top guns are crooks
with a rape or a molestation filed
another unfortunate little child
where the rich get richer and the poor get fucked
consider yourself lucky if you’ve got your shirt’s all tucked
and all your fucking lux you ignore
because the weight of your asses we always bore

I’ve got nowhere to hide
Nowhere to run, nowhere to cry
For this isn’t home
And there’s never more than what meets the eye

Weeks spent bottling up what most call toxic
Every hour another eternity
Reality is not where I want to be
An alien word for me now, sobriety

I’m still here

I was never meant to be

I was never meant to see

All that life had offer

But I’m still here

At the age of three

My babysitter decided I wasn’t a good kid

And two years of it already made me want to leave

But I’m still here

At the age of eight

My mother wasn’t well

And for my father, by the gate I’d wait

Least to say, things weren’t swell

But I’m still here

At the age of ten

Life started looking up

I was back where I left off

My glass wasn’t half empty, it was a full cup

yet my body was never alright

I was always held up

For if I tried too hard

It would have given up

It’s not a good feeling

always being runner-up

But I’m still here

At the age of fourteen

I realised what I’d come from

what my past meant to me, what had been

and with this came my mother’s sickness

a downhill road for me this would mean

But I’m still here

At the age of fifteen

I did what I never thought I’d do

Picked apart a sharpener and a slit through my skin I blew;

for that moment, everything felt better

but for a bad addiction this would make, I knew

And whenever things went bad,

it worsened because of my GAD

So I looked to the blade for peace

for if I hadn’t, I’d have gone mad

But I’m still here

At the age of sixteen

I learnt how to put up a strong face

even with my chest, a black space

I played my role like an ace

Made some bonds I could never replace

and these bonds kept me afloat

led me over my troubles into the castle of happiness like a moat

but my breast still felt like a void

and the letters I left, were more than just a little note

But I’m still here

At the age of eighteen I sit

in front of a laptop by a bottle of gin

and after years of hoping for an end

all I come across is another bend

I fucked up, I did

and there’s no way out, nothing to mend

For all the times I picked up that knife

I can’t pretend

that it was another cat I tried to befriend

Everyday  I wait by the ledge of my terrace

thinking about how my parents I’d embarrass

not waiting for a four leafed clover

just a little breeze to push me over

But somehow, I’m still here


Slowly through the cracks

Drop by drop

Over the marble, tapped

Straight down from the top

Unaware of where it heads

Flow slow, learn more about the stone

Oh this one was destined for the beds

Who hadn’t known?

These rocks fostered none

Let none in, did no harm

Yet for the stream, a path he made

Led, her hands in his palm

“till the end”, he swore

Another lie she chose

For, another year he bore

Just another pose

And then the stream met the ocean

And promised she’d be back

But amidst all she desired

One was meant to leave another crack