It's like I keep breaking over and over again. And I can't shake this feeling that I'm witnessing my own death. So many parts of me have been buried 6 feet down. So if you knew me then, you do not know me now.
Photo by mason cook on Pexels.com When I come out of it My hands are shaking And my arms feel like dead weight. My mind is asleep. I can't quite think straight. When I come out of it I know that my monsters have finally left To briefly rest. Oh, how I wish… Continue reading “A monster’s lullaby,” no.111