Opaque

[Repost] Sometimes I feel like I live in a glass house with opaque walls. From a distance, it's just a blur of whatever this house contains, But come closer and you'll make out what's happening inside. My life is both hidden in plain view and vividly on display. I both hate it and beg for … Continue reading Opaque →

Sink Not Swim

Swim in the sad, hold your breath, see how far you sink before the air leaves you too; miserable bitch.

I Think I Cried Wolf One Too Many Times

It feels like I'm reaching out, grasping at everything I touch, begging everyone to stick around no matter how much they're hurting me. (Or maybe I'm hurting them.) I feel manic in my head, total mess, unhinged or unglued at the core, just begging the lights inside my skull to turn off so I can … Continue reading I Think I Cried Wolf One Too Many Times →

Faithless

I'm mad at God right now. Or maybe He's mad at me, cause its been pretty fucking silent on the other side for quite some time. I got in my car, drove for hours last night, screamed at Him until my voice gave out and then cried out noises that broke my own heart. Why … Continue reading Faithless →

Honestly

Maybe, just maybe, I am not meant for a world like this; where gravity pulls up my broken pieces, exposes me to the dangers that exist here. Maybe I am too broken to exist.

Happy Birthday to Me

Currently somewhere between wanting to eat my feelings and feeling like I should starve the pain away. I guess I'll throw the birthday cake out.

When It Feels Like The End

I made the phone calls for you, when you knew you couldn't. I felt the fear for you, cried the tears with you. When you thought you were alone, I was right there by your side. Now you're back to being happy and I'm the one left out. I thought we had each other's backs; … Continue reading When It Feels Like The End →

Why Am I Like This?

The sun is out, and I was happy, but then I got inside my head and now I'm feeling feelings that I don't want to feel. The shower is on, and I hesitate to get in, because I know where my head is and I don't wanna drag ugly lines across my delicate skin. The … Continue reading Why Am I Like This? →

Apathetic

The sunlight pours over my skin, but I don't feel it's warmth. I think I'll blame this feeling on the status of my heart.

Tell Me to Talk, Because I Need to

I tried to cry out for help, but there were still hands around my throat. I just wanted someone to care; to wrap me in their arms, to kiss my forehead, to say, "Tell me all about it, babe." I've kept my history hidden for so long, I just wanted someone to care to hear … Continue reading Tell Me to Talk, Because I Need to →