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Pollyanna or Tim Burton
Read more: Pollyanna or Tim BurtonI love to write about death and sad events and mental diseases, so I have been officially tagged a morbid writer. Okay, maybe a depressing or dark writer… Morbid seems a bit far-fetched. I don’t even know if that is a good thing or a bad thing. This is not something I acquired because life dealt…
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FALLING
Read more: FALLINGI won’t fall in love, I said I won’t like no one! I won’t feel so soft, I claimed. Never again. I vowed. Days along the line, I prayed. For God to be nice, And help me be strong. But that was my vice, My strength. I forgot the pain, Easy. I stopped believing But…
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THE DARKNESS OF NIGHT
Read more: THE DARKNESS OF NIGHTI love to feel pain. It’s my pleasure. I love to hurt, it’s my release. I love to drink. Alone. In my wilderness, while thinking wild thoughts that drive me out of my mind. That makes me scream in pain, and tears running down my face freely, my pillow muffling my voice while I drive…
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CONFUSCUS
Read more: CONFUSCUSMaybe if I gave you my trust Maybe if I gave you my heart Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad Maybe, just maybe I won’t be so lost I wish I just could, But I really can’t So caught up in the horrible past, Letting go is such a mountain to climb Not that you…
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A FUNCTIONAL NEUROLOGICAL DISORDER STORY
Read more: A FUNCTIONAL NEUROLOGICAL DISORDER STORYI could not do anything by myself. I could not predict my blackouts. I could not be alone. I had to sit to have my bath so that if I would faint, I would at least minimize the damage.
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THE JOURNEY TO LOVE
Read more: THE JOURNEY TO LOVEFrom Jane the Virgin I learned about self-sabotage. The romance between Rogelio and Xiomara. I like saying that I have gone through a lot of BS someone my age shouldn’t have. My doctor will say my immature defense mechanism just got tired of trying to bury my ugly past, they simply collapsed and took my…
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412
Read more: 412I met you broken. I came to you in pain. I was walking away from life, and love. I was going to the land of no return. The land where laughter and pleasure were dead and memories were forgotten. I felt so sure I’ll be welcome there. But You stopped me. You spoke to my…