Creative Writing

Sanitarium

Death is my friend My love My sickness He knows My past My present My future Death is Jealous Ruthless Frustrated He’s Tired Of waiting For a Hope That will Never Come And yet, Death is Comforting As Though I’m not Alone He Sings Me Lullabies Death is Waiting So Read more…

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Creative Writing

With you

I am not okay. I don’t know what to do anymore. My brain is a cluster of images. Images that predict the future? Images that plague the past? I look in the mirror and all I see is hatred. A hatred brought by a lifetime of shame.   Emptiness. Loneliness. Read more…

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Creative Writing

Lies-Greed-Misery

People and their lies. People and their greed. Left me in my misery. Don’t lie to me. All I ask is for honesty. Don’t be selfish with me if you have no intent. My emotions are different. My feelings are black and they are white. I want you. I hate Read more…

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Creative Writing

From the Inside

I hear your voice and I twist the knife. My heart begins to ache all over again and the emotions remind me they never left. I’ve become numb. I go through the everyday motions. Despite all the hopelessness, I can still feel you there. It’s as though we stand there Read more…

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mental health awareness

6 Underground.

Update: Sorry everyone- I know it’s been a while, but things have been everywhere. My baby boy is doing A LOT better. Last Wednesday he had to have exploratory surgery. #scariestdayever. He had an ultrasound from a veterinary ultrasonographer and we established that it wasn’t a tumor, (blessssss), but it Read more…

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Creative Writing

Lost in the Echo

When I wake up, I’m alone. I’m in my apartment. I guess my job is done. I just can’t remember what that job was for the life of me. Now what? My head feels as though it is going to split open. It’s the worst migraine I’ve ever had. No Read more…

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Creative Writing

Papercut

I stare at this little boy. Although he doesn’t seem so little. He has the look of compassion on his face. A look similar to his father. I’m speechless. I’m terrified. I’m lost. What do I do? “Hi there! Are you here to see my mom?” he asks me. Before Read more…

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