poetry and deep truths; welcome to my madness
*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
The madness doused me in gasoline. The pain struck the first match. The heartbreak sauntered over to me slowly and just like that I was screaming beneath the flames. Nothing will ever be the same, will it? Now that I am charred and scarred and covered in ash? But maybe I'm okay with that. The… Continue reading Burnt Flesh (Do you see me?)
Unraveling my soul 