I do not call her mother nor do I call her mom. We are not related, but she thinks I'm very strong. She can see I'm trying in this overwhelming life Even when I'm lying. She knows the right advice. Sometimes when I am melancholy and urge to take the knife, She brings me back… Continue reading Therapist
Fire and Rain. Black and white distortions, ambivalence to the brain. Burning thoughts sabatoge the main receptors. Creating forks in the mind, forcing us to chose a way. Personal gain? Or Eternal Pain? Cleanse the darkness and purify my insanity. Wash the pathways, turning them into beautiful affirmations and send the negativity down the drain.… Continue reading All or Nothing
10 CONFESSIONS OF A BORDERLINE
Can I just get a chance to show the world how much I can help them through my words?
Photo by Yash Lucid on Pexels.com It's cold as hell as I sit out at this lake. This used to be my spot. The spot where I created my most sincere and darkest poems. I used to keep a journal out hereon my daily struggle. From 2013-2016, 4 years, I had wrote my thoughts and… Continue reading Light Up