Reality sucks, I hate it… But I know it is coming for me. I am perfectly comfortable Living in the romanticism in my mind, The dreams of my heart And hopes for the future. But now, Everything feels like it’s crumbling – Down, down, down… Into the depths of despair. I am scared. I am scared of the realities of heartache. I am scared … Continue reading Reality
The boys seemed to be kicking a large Bible. I wanted to join them and play, but momma squeezed my hand and said I couldn’t – she was probably right. After we started wearing the star of David, people didn’t seem to like us very much. My friends didn’t want to play with me any more, they called me a rat. I don’t know why … Continue reading No One
My love for you is blinding. It shields the depression that forces me to sink into darkness, as if an anchor is tied to my foot. But my love for you – it saves me. It heals, teaches, and respects. I see the good in life because of you. I forgive – imagine that! I live in the present with you, I forget the past … Continue reading God gave me You
Battered, Bruised. Ragged and Ruined. Offended. Knocked down. Empty. Nothing. Continue reading Broken
The kiss- Oh that one kiss, It changed my life Forever. It had been six months. Six long months since I knew I wanted you. I needed you. I craved you. Six suffocating months of swallowing my feelings, Feigning hate because admitting my love for you was just too hard. You didn’t want me. I had to not want you either… Six months. Then, You … Continue reading The Kiss
Spiraling Into madness. My brain So anomalistic Idiosyncratic Unparagoned Encumbered. It hurts Oh how it hurts. My thoughts Cut through my mind Sharp Painful Bloody… I’m bleeding. A cocaphony In my brain. Loud, confusing, caustic. I’m spiraling Down Down Deeper still. Indelicate black tunnels Pull me farther in. I can’t see now. I feel the ghosts Of my past Tug at me. I’m pulling apart. … Continue reading Spiraling
Talk to me Say something One word Just one Please… I need – I need to know Where you stand With me. Say something. What do you feel, What do you think, What have I done wrong… I want to explode I want to rip my hair out One by one. These thoughts They attack me Like a swarm of bees Like a hurricane Like … Continue reading Talk to Me
