poetry and deep truths; welcome to my madness
Dismantle my limbs, piece by piece. My soul floats above, watching the carnage. Here lies the massacre of selves, and I feel weightless. Complacent. Pull me apart, and insert all of the ashes from the fires you have thrown me into. Smoke signals speak to the inter-dimensional beings. Let me breathe after you obliterate me.… Continue reading The Real Me.
I'm a walking contradiction lately. I'm such an awful mess. You see, I've been so much happier and yet there is this immense amount of sadness and anger crawling around in my chest. I wish I could rip open my sternum and get rid of it. If only the monster would detach from my rib… Continue reading Torn
Do not be fooled. I am falling apart at the seams. All while I am sewing myself back together using every tattered piece. I am not who you knew. I am not what you know. I am dead. I am gone. I am reborn into new skin. But it still doesn't feel like home. I… Continue reading do you have a different sewing kit?
Because the truth is, I'm fucking terrified to reveal who I am at night when all the lights are turned off and the darkness within is unleashed. I'm not as pretty then as I usually feel. Such a senseless thought, but it's one that is real. My demons are filthy. My heart stews in bloody… Continue reading Vulnerability
The madness doused me in gasoline. The pain struck the first match. The heartbreak sauntered over to me slowly and just like that I was screaming beneath the flames. Nothing will ever be the same, will it? Now that I am charred and scarred and covered in ash? But maybe I'm okay with that. The… Continue reading Burnt Flesh (Do you see me?)
Unraveling my soul 