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

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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