Broken Love ndescribable pain Rushes through my body Feels like my heart has been Stamped on Shock, pain, crying Broken by the one person I'm usually protected by Anger, rage, feel to scream I love you You broke me ##poetsin

Tired Tired I am Needing to nap Sleeping in the afternoon Like a baby, small child Hungry So, so bad Chow Mein, no chicken Which is kind of mad But I do enjoy it Also ham, mayo, and pasta for me I’m sharing with Char My padmate and friend Yes I am! Cakes, biscuits, goodies Yummy Delicious in my belly No canteen for this week And no tobacco soon Scary to be not smoking And it’s not my choice I dislike it Giving up drugs and then tobacco too No! No! No! ##poetsin

Not Understood This is so easy really. I feel like this daily. I ain’t understood! People think it’s funny how I get so upset by mess. It destresses me to clean and makes me upset when it’s messy. Today, I felt so alone. So upset. One of them days I suppose. I was in my room, alone. All these “so called” friends and no one came to see if I was okay. Made me see so much. Then decided to come and write because clearly, no one person gets me, or for that matter, they just don’t care. I’m okay with being not understood. ##poetsin #Misunderstood

Not So Silent My task this week was to write about the sound of silence, but I sat and all I could think of was the opposite! My new pad mate is the opposite. Which is why I struggled! The worst ever, she’s so very dirty and just the opposite to me. She don’t pick up after herself and at times, she calls me “particular” due to the way I’m tidy. The other day she dropped Rice Krispies on the floor and didn’t pick them up. I had just cleaned the floor. Brushes her teeth well, but don’t clean the sink after. She constantly talks to herself and I can’t concentrate on my writing! That jars me so much. She mumbles a lot, which just makes me un-fucking-comfortable! Then at night, well, she snores so loud the cell opposite can hear her. I’m genuinely upset by her being in my space! Not only is she in my space, she wants my bed! Keeps moaning about being on top bunk, but until I’ve seen medical evidence, I’m staying put, but the screws said she won’t be getting me out my bed and she’s getting moved. Now she’s ate in here, which leaves a stale smell. She’s done a shit, which stinks worse than a man. The thing is, just inconsiderate. I had to write about this -I’m going mental! My friends have said my room smells funny, now what! The wing is gonna stink too! So yeah, the task was writing about the sound of silence, but clearly that’s fully impossible right now, because my head and thoughts are screaming. Roll on Monday, I won’t have to deal with this. I’m so grateful I can be a part of #poetsin. Writing all this down helps me to feel I’ve vented, because I know it’s going to be read and this is a much better way to cope and deal with this, rather than wanting to poke her eyes out! ##poetsin #Soundofsilence

Butterflies And Moths Fluttering and flying Looking all pretty That isn’t how I see them Butterflies and moths Flapping in my face Biting holes in my clothes Scares the #life out of me Butterflies and moths ##poetsin