It may have taken me 28 years, but I have finally found my happy place.
My eyelids are becoming heavy, my head is pounding, but here I am, falsely smiling.
I have no way of releasing this storm within to the person who caused it.
My mind is either a fun scaryhouse or a scary funhouse.
Confusing or senseless?
i hear the screams of children downstairs - i don't have any kids who live here.
I'm excited about life, and I'm ready for today, but the bed looks so comfortable...
Desperately wanting to make a change. But the walls of my prison are too strong.
10/9/19, 11:15 am
Cold and gray
just like the day
like the skies
Skull pitched forward
Neck snapped back
Lucky to survive.
Don’t text and drive!
Pressure and silence, isolation and stress. There is never enough time to feel it all.