“A monster’s lullaby,” no.111

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

I’m not f’ing crazy. I’m just…damaged.

  **trigger warning**   You've got two black holes where your pretty eyes use to be. Two black holes staring blankly back at me. Where are you? Where did you go? Do you even know? My back is against the wall; your hands are around my neck and I'm crying, pleading, begging for you to… Continue reading I’m not f’ing crazy. I’m just…damaged.

On the 4th hour, minute 44, she spoke to me.

Art by Alice / @artbymadness on Instagram 4:44 pm Start writing again. Please stop hiding behind the veil. Start living again. Please stop procrastinating the processes you must go thru in order to heal. Start moving again. You keep finding the fetal position to be safer than walking around, whether in the world or in… Continue reading On the 4th hour, minute 44, she spoke to me.

Cobwebs in my brain (2)

    Here I am. I'm going crazy again. I'm losing my mind in a sense. Because of my monsters, the monsters that live deep inside of my head.   My demons unravel my nerves and play jump rope. And as they skip across fine lines, I suddenly lose hope. And when I lose hope… Continue reading Cobwebs in my brain (2)