Category: Posts
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Today I didn’t want to get out of bed. I wanted to stay in the sadness. wrap myself up in guilt. Roll around with depression, while my anxiety winds up for the kill. It’s hard to find peace when your heart skips a beat. I close my eyes and the pain is my lullaby. I…
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Pressure, is a force applied. I feel it getting heavier, with every blink of an eye. I make it out of one nightmare, only to still not feel alive. Sleep has been causing chaos, burning down sets, built in that fantastical part of my mind. It’s the only place where things come true. There is…
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What is this, my almighty? What is what? My existence. This fertile womb. The curse of blood that you gave us. Oh, that’s proof I am and was. Got it, so a woman’s period serves as an example of punishment one may face. if you don’t listen to the rules you made? Yes, now you’re…
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Some days it’s very apparent and I can see a change. All the work I put into this journey. The path I continue to walk, even when every part of me is hurting. The scars don’t go away. They whisper words of wisdom, lessons that will remain. Knowing my flesh is weak, but my spirit…
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I’m tired. I just want to stop faking it. because, when am I gonna make it? Currently, I am Spiritually spent. Emotionally bent. Physically over extended. Mentally discontent. I’ve tried countless things. Yet here I am feeling like this again. Like I have over exerted my spirit to its final end. I wonder if they…
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You made me feel weak. No, I didn’t. Yes, you did! You tried to think a way out of everything. That wasn’t your responsibility. All because you felt my other parts couldn’t handle things. You even made me run, when an escape wasn’t necessary. Well, I thought I was being supportive. No. I felt anything…
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You asked me how I was, and I responded great. Then you proceeded to bring up a version of me, I don’t know today. I’ve changed significantly since you last seen me. Back then, my wounds were still very open. A bit oozing. While I was closed off internally for anything, I was also bruised…
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(Warning use of profanity) It all feels pointless. I should just write less. Only three people read, and maybe 2 like it. I should go back to keeping it all inside. It seems less painful then to hang all these feelings, out on the line. Writing has been an outlet, that used to bring some…
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I used to hate that you chose me. To be a spirit that powers this human body. Who you knew was broken, before you sent for me. You saw everything that was gonna happen to and for me. Yet you still said I was your favorite, you lied. But why to me? I thought that…
