Her Chaos

Her Chaos Is Her Legacy

Rage and Love

Music and Sadness

And So Much Anger

A Girlhood Stolen

A Life Not Fulfilled

Of Trying and Failing

Loneliness, So Deep and Unspoken

She Could Not Love Herself

A Trail Of Tears and Scars

Stolen Moments of Tenderness

Brief Periods of Laughter and Love

Wishing Wishes Upon Stars

Wishes That Never Would Come True

Of Things That Never Were

And Things That Never Would Be

A Heart Ruled By A Damaged Mind

And The Daughter She Left Behind

Shouting At Ghosts

All my anger and tears

Are towards a Ghost.

Someone who is long gone.

Passed on from this world.

To the next.

How does one purge themselves

Of the unresolved traumas?

How do you shout at the Dead?

How do you tell a Ghost,

Why you’re still so angry,

Still filled with tears and rage?

How do you make Peace with the Dead?