poetry and deep truths; welcome to my madness
I dance with my beautiful demons; we spin chaotically around the hollow room, laughter booming, filling the stagnant air with music and madness. I love when my demons wrap me up in their magnetic strength. Tightly; forcefully, binding our ties together, as they hold me against their chest. They take my breath away, and god,… Continue reading Bound
*TW-self-harm/suicide I have a memory of my Mother grabbing hold of my wrist, a look of horror painted across her face, a distant scream, "How could you possibly do this?!" I have a faint memory, yet one so vivid at its best, of my father with tears in his eyes, a look of confusion, a… Continue reading Music Box Memories
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?
The one thing I hate the most about depression is that it is so unpredictable for me. I have gone weeks without feeling an ounce of sadness or worthlessness and then suddenly the chaotic carousel decides to run again and I can't jump off before it's spinning out of control and the friction from the… Continue reading carousel of depression
Shouldn't I fear my demons' presence whenever I sense them in my room? "Hello, old friend," I say as I waltz towards the doom. Those words... how they flow so effortlessly out of my mouth, so smooth, like I just knew, like I have no doubt that their bodies will move every which way that… Continue reading hello, demons, i have missed u
Unraveling my soul 