Sitting in silence. Staring at the wall. Floating with my demons. Drifting away from it all. Dancing with dissociative habits. Drowning in my pain. Folding inwards. My brain's at it again. Sitting in silence Wondering where the time goes As I'm staring out the window For hours on end. Hiding. Fighting. Slowly dying. I swear… Continue reading inward.

Sorting the Chaos

The emotional side of me keeps repeating these incessant thoughts so I'm going to write them out and then sort them out... I could have been nicer. I could have loved him better. I could have shown him more affection. I should have shown him more of the side of me that he fell in… Continue reading Sorting the Chaos

When I split into pieces.

trigger warning I'm not sure of the exact moment Hannah began to walk out of the light but I'm pretty sure it started when she sat down with her boss on a hot and stuffy September morning and had to explain to him (for the first time ever) that her life was not as perfect… Continue reading When I split into pieces.