Time is a slow and steady suffocation. It took a little bit before I realized that I didn’t know what it looked like, to be sorry for taking up air. I apologized for being an inconvenience, yes. But the depth of my pain grows deeper as I reach for the light. I was so creative, … Continue reading Choking.
Tag: thoughts
Happy Birthday
I’ve written countless drafts about you. A lot of them seem to state the same facts about you, because the one gift I want to give is honesty through my words about you. Writing about you is hard, because I know you know yourself well. What can I show you through a different set of … Continue reading Happy Birthday
I Am Listening.
I spent the first two years of my life screaming. My body was in pain, my stomach wasn’t equipped to handle the harsh wasteland it found itself in. Honestly, I feel like screaming is an appropriate reaction to existing. When I was done screaming, all I could do was watch the world pass me by, … Continue reading I Am Listening.
Is this me?
I do not remember how I got here. I stand surrounded by a maze of mirrors. I do not hate the girl I see with an ocean of blonde just a few shades darker than white stitched to her scalp. I feel bad for her. Her features do not belong on her round cherub angel … Continue reading Is this me?
Save myself
“I gave all my oxygen to people that could breatheI gave away my money and now we don’t even speak.I drove miles and miles, but would you do the same for me? Oh honestly?” . You’re speaking words masked with love, But I don’t feel warmth in your touch. It’s hard to believe what you … Continue reading Save myself
All For Love
I wish I had the strength to continue writing about him in a poetic way, because maybe that would garner attention and love to me for writing something so romantic. It would keep the time I had with him in a neat little bubble that I could only look at with rose colored glasses. But, … Continue reading All For Love
WHY
Hey. Guess what? Could you notice that I have problems? Is it written on my face or something? Because apparently everyone can read my thoughts or something like that.A lot of times I get questioned about why I do the things that I do. Most of the time that I get that question, I often … Continue reading WHY
Everybody Dies In Their Nightmares
Drifting, fading, shrinking. When the night terrors refuse to subside, I’m left trapped inside my miserable skull. I can’t do it. I can’t fight it. I wanna find a peace of mind, but I don’t feel strong enough. Not when peaceful sleep is often a rarity. I feel the fade and I suppose I’ll try … Continue reading Everybody Dies In Their Nightmares
Broken Pieces
Dear Nate, I don’t think there was ever a time in my life where I felt more distressed. The amount of pain that I felt was so far beyond unbearable. I was ready to dip into Death’s sweet nectar. I lost my sanity. I lost myself. I broke myself. I found you before I broke, … Continue reading Broken Pieces
Deeper than Anger.
Part two. Rage is coming to a searing boil. To be perfectly blunt, it’s not my anger that concerns me, it’s the anger of white men. That’s because it’s not just anger. All I see in your eyes is pure, red rage. It makes me wonder what happens if I make you snap. How far … Continue reading Deeper than Anger.
Feeling Drives Work 