"when you reach the end of your rope. tie a knot & hang on" – fdr
down my face, from my eyes, aged and old, rushing to the river beneath, promising neverending gold. they glisten and fall, tell all a story unique to each drop. refusing to stop, moving down my face silently, they race each other. who that wins, will drown her happiness finally.
I'm at a state in my life where confusion is blocking serenity. My serenity. I don't know what I want. What I'm fighting for. What my intentions are and why. It's like I'm in a trance of some sort. Lost in the moment. Letting every moment graze by my skin, willing to catch it but …
I'm struggling with who I am. Straining to turn myself around. Spin on my feet. Feel the wind. I drape the negatives and choke them within. It's a black hole. Where does it all go? Assembled I was piece by piece. Ruined I was piece by piece. Re-build I will piece by piece. Giving up …
She lost her way. She was addicted. Pain gave her happiness, happiness full of pain. She turned off her light. The sun fell to the ground. She burned her hands, gathering the pieces all around. Clouds made way for rain. She drowned. The tide was high. She was unfathomable. Originally written: …
I'm sick and tired, of all the curiosity. My mind's eating me alive, I feel surreal. It's too much to reel in, my boat's sinking. Help. Into the water, I take a dive. Breathing? Unnecessary. I let myself drown, into the hellfire that calls out to me. I see no sign of tranquility. There's fire …
My mind wanders. My thoughts scatter, aim to break free. They show me the real me, the dark side of my negativity. I know I'm slipping away, out of breath. The knot's loosening. And I'm losing.
I wish I had a little bit of freedom. handcuffs. …
Why do some parents perceive themselves as more superior than their children? Why do some believe that they could do whatever they want, whenever they want and it wouldn't affect their child? Why do some deem it okay to scream at their child, call them names, torture them, put them down, make them feel inferior …
When my anxiety kicks in the firstmost thing I notice is my racing heartbeat. It speeds up so dramatically that I have to put a hand to my heart just to help calm it down. Then, the shallow breaths. My breathing slows, then races. It becomes inconsistent. And suffocating. Next, the weakness. I can never …
I feel so alone today. So weak, so guilty. Regret. Its like I failed the test God set out for me. And I can just feel His disappointment. My mind is swimming with emotions. Many I fail to decipher. I feel like a bad person. I feel like nothing is going right. It's as if …
I have a big headache. I'm losing my hair. Really. My family is not mine. I don't feel like they love me. I don't feel comfortable in my own body. My dreams look so far away. I don't want to fall again, but I'm falling deeper than before. I'm unsteady; heavy-hearted, wanting to be gone with …
This is for my girls (& possibly gay men). This is for heartbreak. For my heartbreaks. & for yours. Sometimes we value others more than we value ourselves. We give them more importance than we should. More than they deserve. We cherish them and hold them, close to our heart. We hurt ourselves but don't …
Eggshells. Walking on eggshells is what my whole childhood and teen years have felt like. I don't think i'm gonna spill my whole story on this. But from today I'm gonna keep a journal. I'll keep updating. FIghting hurts. It gets to you. As a child you feel hopeless. You feel like your the only …
