I don’t wish for you to walk in my shoes. Maybe they’ll be too tight, or pinch your toes, or scrape the backs of your ankles when you walk. I hate these old shoes. I didn’t ask for the hurt that was given to me. As a defenseless child, my only protection were my words. … More Walking in my Shoes
How many times must I kill myself before the ‘me’ I’m meant to be rises from the ashes? How many versions of myself must I go through before I find the one that works? Each time I say goodbye to my former self; the me that was broken and no longer served a purpose. Every … More Rebirth in Death
It could be so much easier. Just a few steps and a turn of the wrist, opening the bottle with the answers to all my problems. No more pain. No more questions. No more doubt. No more meds. No mote talking. No more crying. Just endless sleep. One long nap that I’ll never have to … More It Could be so Easy…
My brain is a prison of my own design. You’d think that since I was the architect, I could easily find my way out, right? Wrong. My brain is constantly devising crazy ways to keep me trapped within its negative walls. I do things I know are only going to strengthen the bars that hold … More Prisonbreak
I’ve been spiraling out of control for a while now…I’ve been in denial about how far down I’ve gone; hoping that if I didn’t acknowledge it, it might go away. Self-loathing and resentment towards myself and others has pulled me down, like a riptide. I’ve dug my own pit of despair, and I have no … More Climbing up the Downward Spiral
I’m tired of being the universal stepping stone; the catalyst for others growth and happiness. When will it be my turn to be the one doing the stepping? I’ve given so much, mostly without expectation of any reciprocation; simply because it’s in my DNA to give myself to others. But, is it so wrong of … More Stepping Stone
I always thought that a broken heart was useless; hence the word, ‘broken’. I’ve only recently understood how wrong I was. My heart has always been a fragile thing. Delicate and weak; it had always dangled precariously at the edge of my sleeve. Despite that, I’ve only ever really suffered one, great heart break. A … More The Broken Heart is a Tool
I’d rather die alone than spend my life with someone I’m not 100% convinced I love completely. There is no half-assing love; I’ve done that far too long. For almost half my life, I’ve ignored the little voice deep within me that questions..the voice that itches in the back of my brain, nudging me to … More I’d Rather Die Alone…
My heart has been battered and bruised, beyond recognition. I’ve longed for love, since before I can remember. I’ve given all of myself and gotten nothing in return. Those that brought me into this world loved me the least. I’ve been scarred with their lack of love. What’s left is a constant struggle to prove … More Given Up
An empty paper bag, crumpled and blown away. My insides hollow. Wandering aimlessly, the void inside of me propels me forward, though I have no clear destination. Destined to search forever, for something I’ve no idea of.
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