The smile hides the tears The laugh conceals the pain The jokes save them from his suffe… “I’m fine” he says “I’m okay” he says

What is the blackness other than n… Could it be something tangible? Something you can embrace? What if it is the one embracing? Every night, as you lie

What is the most painful word? Is it hate? That abject raging emotion that… Hate can be fulfilled, one way or… Or maybe it’s sadness?

I hate smiling, Because it’s always fake. I hate laughing, Because it’s always empty. I hate this heart,

Writing poetry at 4 am Is not as romantic as the poets sa… It is not with love I write Or hatred It is neither

They scream He cries She laughs Sound can be a powerful thing Songs can touch the heart

There lies a wooden cabin Just big enough for one With a garden full of every colour… Growing softly, surely in the dark… With a pond to one side

The words on the pages blur Fading away in a mist A mist of tears, floods In a waterfall, Like so many drops of blood

The Colours Are Almost Gone ‘Countless bursts of colours swim… Vivid explosions of expression That know no bounds That never had bounds

Tossing and turning in bed Whilst dark thoughts crawl in my h… Finding it impossible to fall asle… As the madness begins to creep Like a serpent slithering

When you’re too tired to feel Too numb to care When there’s no one there To hold you close The Darkness obliges