poetry and deep truths; welcome to my madness
You know that urgent sense of heaviness that consumes your body right before you're about to purge the emotions that you have so desperately been clinging onto? Your throat tightens, you feel this lump and you can't swallow, can't push it down, it just sits there, stagnant, waiting for you to let it all out.… Continue reading Wretched Toxicity: The Purge
If this pain does me any good...it will be found in my poetry."A+H I feel sick to my stomach. I feel like I am going insane. I don't know what to do except take everything day by day. But how do I focus when my whole world has fallen apart? How do I keep going… Continue reading Bloody pieces of my heart
What a fool I am, to have such a big heart, to worry about you and wonder how you are. Because when I asked you and all you said was, "I'm doing fine" it ripped me to pieces because you didn't even take the time to ask me if I'm alright. You don't even care… Continue reading Foolish Girl, your heart is too big.
What I'm learning now is... It's not JUST or ONLY the love shown by others, it is the love WITHIN, the act of falling in love with MYSELF that will save me from withering away.
I know it well...this home I've made out of hell. Here's to the villain I will become because I can no longer stay still and numb.
Unraveling my soul 