Melissa Cochrane was raised in Newfoundland and Labrador. She graduated from memorial University in 1993 receiving a bachelor of arts. In 1997 she moved to Montreal Quebec. Presently she is in school to pursue a career in Nursing and is the loving mother of two. The inspiration behind her poetry would be life, the hidden truth of suffering...the secrets that make us all martyr’s of our own pain. Real poetry about real issues that face our society today. Her poems address depression, rape, drug abuse and suicide.  Her written words are meant to heal those who suffer in silence.

It was not our faults don’t they know,
it wasn’t me, it wasn’t you,
we didn’t know what this would do.

My feet how they burn,
no one knew it would take this turn.
They ask me who, they ask me why,
I say not a word I look up to the sky.
The machine came in and pumped me so,
let me go world let me go.

Can’t you see god I want you to take me away,
in this agony I don’t want to stay.
People enter one by one,
they ask who gave the loaded gun,
I say nothing I want them to go,
it wasn’t me, it wasn’t you, don’t they know.

Alone I spend my days, my eyes down not to see,
how all the world looks at me.
Let me go world let me run,
I hate the this childhood it’s not one.

I’m sorry you’re sorry what should it matter to them,
instead they sing the martyr’s hymn.
Someone has to be the blame,
someone responsible for this youth’s shame.

Goodbye my friend take care,
I will think of you, you cant be near.
Don’t they know it wasn’t me, it wasn’t you,
we did not know what this would do.

Melissa Cochrane

Why do you smile so,
I have a black box that talks.
No visitors ,
just this fucking black box.
Holding hands,
I hate your kind embrace.
Let me scream to make them move,
Black box make them stop.

Melissa Cochrane