poetry and deep truths; welcome to my madness
Wage your war, soldier. How much blood will we spill tonight? How many hearts will we shatter just to feel like we fucking matter? Will we do it right? Tonight, we go to war. There is so much blood already on the floor. Tonight, we show our blessings the solid door. Tonight, we will slam… Continue reading Slashing Hearts
This morning I woke up half dead. I cannot clear these incessant thoughts that keep replaying in my head. I wish I could forget you but I can't and I guess it's because I don't really want to. I am so tired of sitting next to death's door. I would love to wake up and… Continue reading wake me up
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
Forgive me if I'm quiet and don't have much to say. My heart hurts a little extra today. The sun came up and all I wanted to do was cover myself back up and hide underneath the covers. I'd rather be alone while my weary soul feels smothered by sadness; while my grief-stricken bones ache… Continue reading Processing Grief
What a wicked game of Russian roulette, love is. How someone can go from spilling their adorations for you all over your soul to suddenly becoming so heartless and placing a gun to your temple and pulling the trigger and the aftermath is so bloody and bitter and you wonder, "How did we end up… Continue reading Risk
Unraveling my soul 