Dare to Dream. Live to Write.
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... Continue Reading →
You don't see me. You see your expectations of me. You see a version of me that you want, Or expect me to be. They say "She's a whore", "She's dumb" "She's a bitch" "She's selfish"... You don't see me. I don't fit into a box, I'm hard to understand, I'm uniquely me. The world refuses... Continue Reading →
Glass hearts, so fragile, so easy to break. Broken glass. My heart is shattered. Shards of broken pieces stab my insides. Moving forward hurts. Moving backwards hurts more. Maybe I love the feeling of pain. Maybe I love brokenness and depression because it makes me feel something. Maybe I love getting hurt over and over... Continue Reading →
The Blonde Quill 