poetry and deep truths; welcome to my madness
Your desire is to annihilate me, and set me ablaze, but I was crafted by fire. I come alive in the fiery haze. The vivid flames travel through my pulsing veins, and oh, how I admire my incandescent skin as I am covered from limb to limb with smoldering ashes. I bathe in the embers.… Continue reading Third degree burns
To most people I am either too much, or not enough, and that used to bother me to the point where I’d make myself fit into any situation. I can’t do it anymore though. It hurts to stretch my skin or shrink myself down to an unrecognizable human. Solitude has become my main friend. There’s… Continue reading Breaking the mold
I'm not saying your betrayal turned my heart stone cold, but it's definitely not as warm as it used to be. I'll never feel the same way again, that I know for sure. My heart mended months ago, but you took so many pieces with you, so there are holes where air seeps through, and… Continue reading hypothermia
*TW-self-harm/suicide I have a memory of my Mother grabbing hold of my wrist, a look of horror painted across her face, a distant scream, "How could you possibly do this?!" I have a faint memory, yet one so vivid at its best, of my father with tears in his eyes, a look of confusion, a… Continue reading Music Box Memories
"It's time to start letting go," said Alice, "to become someone new, someone more true to who you really are. She's been there all along, buried underneath all the toxic sludge. Dig, darling. Let her breathe again. Let her feel something again. Out with the old, in with the new. Do whatever you've got to… Continue reading till death
Unraveling my soul 