Spiraling

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

“Empty Bottles Full of Stories” by Robert M. Drake

The beautiful gift and curse of being human, to give and to take away. It is both a curse and a blessing to feel things so deeply. And too much of anything will always be too much for you to bear. Always. And all of us are terribly looking for ways NOT to shatter. And too often do we, as people, only appreciate someone once … Continue reading “Empty Bottles Full of Stories” by Robert M. Drake

Glass

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 again because I deserve it. Maybe I love giving a … Continue reading Glass

Better

  What have I done? What am I doing? I’ve ruined relationships, hurt people. I’ve lied, stolen and cheated. I have walked away from my faith, allowing the world to change me and influence every part of me. I have been mean, so mean. So unkind it’s grotesque. I’ve fallen in love with the wrong men out of desperation. Desperation… Why? Because I am afraid … Continue reading Better