I’d rather slumber, than live through that thunder again.

Who wants to remember pain, hurt and hunger.

Wish I could pack a selective number of memories into a little box and throw them all away.

I’m an empty shell of my old self

Mind games

Playing games, just like evaporating flames.

Never knowing where to place the blame.

Brain scattered, puzzled & caged.

Where have you gone, Paige.


A life so different, hardly diverse.

Actually the complete reverse.

Like a curse, clenched to your purse.

Society greed & “NEED” making you call the nurse.

Four leaf clover

I’m completely broken inside

Yet I feel stronger

Numb to the feelings I’ve felt a thousand times over

Ready to find my four leaf clover