The reflection in the mirror is not me For it is just a reflection, it does not show who I am Who am I meant to be? How do I know who I am? Is the bruises and pain worth it? Broken bones and skin and get beat Or words than pull you down Broken […]
one night i came home from province and went freakishly bi polar the second i finished half my pizza. so here it is, a compilation from that sunday night. i i don’t know i want to cry but then it gets tiring i stopped for a moment then it gets sad and then so i […]
I wrote this piece 2 years ago & reread it the other night. The emotions I’ve been holding back weighted my chest downward.
So odd that I have predicted my own relationship with a person who meant so much of me.