Poems from daisys

"The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence". -Anne Sexton
I let you in. Now, I'm vulnerable. Standing up to you is so hard. 
Of course you do. I should've known. I get half your attention. 
I see kindness and love. Then, I see black, pitch black darkness. 
How do I be kind to myself? Should I stay and fight the fight? Is it really worth the fight?
Poison in the air.  Deadly, it's suffocating.  Cutting off my air supply.  Making me feel less confident.  Making me feel unsure.  Your...