poetry and deep truths; welcome to my madness
Dismantle my limbs, piece by piece. My soul floats above, watching the carnage. Here lies the massacre of selves, and I feel weightless. Complacent. Pull me apart, and insert all of the ashes from the fires you have thrown me into. Smoke signals speak to the inter-dimensional beings. Let me breathe after you obliterate me.… Continue reading The Real Me.
He says, I'm not trying to hurt you. I'm just trying to see how far I can push you Before you push back, Before you break into pieces. He says, I'm not trying to hurt you. I just want to twist my hands around you and see what I can do see what you can… Continue reading abuser
This decade tore me to pieces. I became multiple people in order to survive. I found myself begging, pleading, SCREAMING For a sign from the divine. Something to help me understand my journey. Something to reassure me that I'd be alright. This decade tore me to shreds. It created a monster inside of my head.… Continue reading fractured face
Each of my abusers tore down my character and made me feel like I was such a wasted piece of shit. Turns out, they were the pieces of shit. They projected all of their insecurities onto my being and all of that toxic sludge absorbed into my soul and I was so unhealthy and so… Continue reading Healing Myself: 222
Learning to love myself again means... Speaking my truth, not being afraid. Remembering parts of myself that I got rid of because a man didn't like me that way. Reintroducing myself to the parts of me that I ignored/ pushed to the side for so many years all because I wanted to make a… Continue reading The Road to Self Love
Unraveling my soul 