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Such is the feeling ofLosing a friendProfoundly empty and coldBitter, resentful defeat.Again, the gentle taste of tearsGrinds your tongue, your teethY..
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The thorn that hurts the deepestOne of its kind, I'm sureTo be stuck in one place, helplessA thorn I myself pickedTears you apart, and stillThe thorn ..
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"Hey Google. Search 'How to Stop Feeling Shame' "Shame. So many times I have studied it, experienced it, hated it. And yet, no matter how many times i..
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MotherYou're getting olderI'm getting older too.Though your beauty is still unmatchedAnd mine has just hatchedI am becoming a version of you.MotherYou..
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Maybe I'm crazy for writing an online diary for the entire world to read, in the case that anyone would actually be interested in my daily vices. Howe..
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I've come to realise that as I get older, which I hopefully and eventually will, I will begin to accept my impending descent into the mud that is acce..
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I didn't choose misanthropy, misanthropy chose me.I used to care. Some would often say I cared to much, and I agree. I often speculate if I'm born wit..
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My mind is constantly scratching on the mold it has been shifted into, the walls I needed to build to keep it sane, keep it still, a sort of personal ..
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I burn for youYet you quench me, dearSo that the light of my beingIs lost in your darknessAnd still.
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