I’m going to quote myself from last year. My post titled I See You reads: I don’t care how many times you screwed up in your past. I don’t care how much you messed up. I don’t care what things you regret but can’t take back. I don’t care as long as you’ve learned from… Read More Please. Please. Please.
She sits by herself. Darkness engulfs her from all sides. The one and only source of light shines brightly from the corner. The light shines blue. She stares down at her hands. She is trying her best to hold it together. She is trying not to tremble. She is trying her best. But she can’t… Read More Her Best, Remembers
She sits by herself in an empty house, waiting for something to happen, waiting for someone to come on by and back into her life. She hugs a teddy bear she received as a gift close to her chest, and closes her eyes as she takes one more breath. She hears the music play from… Read More A Story to You
I don’t want to speak today. I don’t want to be misunderstood. I don’t want to be doubted. I don’t want to be questioned. I don’t want to say anything today. You wouldn’t understand anyway, the demons that constantly whisper sins into my ears. You wouldn’t get it, how often I want to scream my… Read More Not Today
I hesitated to pick up the phone and dial the number in my head. I didn’t know why. The worst thing that could happen was he’d ask what happened and decline to go. I sighed and picked up the phone. Pressed call. “Hello?” His voice sounded wary. It had been a while since I called… Read More Funeral Date?
Honest. I don’t know what to expect anymore. I thought everything was going to be okay…but how do you say that when all you see are mistakes reappearing and moments you never wanted to remember being relived? That scared, that terrified, that tormented feeling returns back to me each and every time I close my… Read More Relapse (Again)
I remember those days where screaming matches were the “norm” of my everyday high school experience. I remember the nights I knew I cried myself to sleep because I’d always wake up with my lashes dried together from the tears. I remember walking as if I were a zombie to all my classes, not even… Read More An Emotion(less) Blur
In a perfect world, my mom would try to understand me. In a perfect world, my dad would actually talk to me. In a perfect world, I wouldn’t be looked down upon because of my sister’s achievements in life. In a perfect world, I would be able to talk to my family and friends about… Read More What’s ‘Perfect’?
I don’t know how else to scream for help. I am silent. I have cuts on my arms. I have cuts on my sides. I am pale. I am always tired. I stare down at the ground. I won’t meet your eyes. I am silent. I have tears in my eyes. I grip at my… Read More
How did we describe this again? How did we go back and forth describing what we went through and found out we both were facing the same thing? How did we label it? We did it like this: Your thoughts are jumbled inside your brain all at once. Your thoughts overlap and confuse the hell… Read More The Silence
Somedays I just want to scream. I want to yell out the comebacks I’ve always held back in fear of hurting someone else. I want to shout the words I’ve always felt but didn’t want someone else to take it the wrong way. I want to scream everything that I’ve held back…wanting to keep anyone… Read More Somedays