Tag Archives: depression

If Nothing Mattered…

I’d smoke. I’d quit both my jobs. I’d eat what I wanted. I’d drop out of school and leave the country. I’d write and create and listen to music. I’d make a new group of friends. I’d sleep better. I’d kiss without second thought. I’d say what I felt without worrying how immature it sounded.…

Skin: A Excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir

Skin Tattered and pulled Too tight Too loose. My skin, Scarred and ruined And wounded. Saddened and angered By my life By my choices. These ungodly marks I stare at in the mirror- Remind me Of the journey I’ve led, Of the purple path I choose When everything was blue. Of the bowls I pushed…

Dominoes: An excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir

Dominoes Every now and then I remember the sound of dominoes slamming onto tables. I can almost hear the sound of men arguing over pitches made in the sports game on TV. Daddy and his friends. The clanking of Heineken bottles and swear words thrown through the air and, The men who remind the others…