I feel space. Space between my hands, space beneath my chest, and space inside my head. I feel blank. Like my universe is a piece of work that has been left dead for years. Why am I here? --April 18th They brought me to a … Continue reading Day One.
I am a mess. My mind stops working and my words start falling Out of my mouth like the clumsy ramblings Of a middle school girl who doesn't know How to talk to boys yet. I feel the corners of my mouth move … Continue reading Messy
I am alone In the streets of a foreign city In the night when the people empty Out of this place I am not home In these pieces of broken places In my mind where I feel wasted and lose my days I find a … Continue reading Alone
Everyday I ask myself, "What am I doing with my life?" And sometimes... I feel fear when the words escape my mouth-- Like they are running into the unknown, Quickly being ripped away from me Without giving an answer to the emptiness I am left … Continue reading Just Existing
This isn't what I asked for. I asked for freedom and confidence to open my hands and catch promises, But I feel crushed by a suffocating loneliness that bids me to go to bed. My eyes close and I let the darkness fall in on all … Continue reading Suffocating
I have a block in my mind that weighs the rest of my body down Until I am buried beneath the ground Blinded by my apathy and self-doubt. The block causes build up in my brain with random strains of words That mean nothing-- It only … Continue reading The Lack of
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