This poem is written with a historical
context and does not reflect current relationships

Chaos (By Rosie)

A broken trail of Chaos
A life that's not quite whole
Tied in her own solutions
Problems of her own

Her insanity obvious
Never beyond much doubt
Her light shines and flickers
Her sorrow stifles joys

Cannot take an interest
In other people's Joys
Always there for sorrow
The sadness of her life

She was the one who gave me
This thing we call life
I'll always love my mother
Never understand her

Poetry - Head Stuff

Chaos
Convicted
Childhood Robbery
Cutting Out Pain
Disaster, Pain, Fear
Darkness
Dulling The Pain
Evil Aunt
False Fear
Harm Myself
Heal Thyself
Innocence Shattered
Moods
Morning
Morning (Alt)
Turn Down The Noise
No More
On The Edge
Sea Of Confidence
Silent Scream
Time Aint A Healer
Together Stronger
Unfair Pressure
Who
Who Could You Be