thoughts inside my head
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He was the best thing to happen to me. A man so warm that he made everything melt away. All the pain of the past began to fade when we got together. But the unthinkable happened. A pandemic hit and tore us apart. Words dripped with longing. My skin began to burn. My heart began…
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I fill the moments when I’m alone with a man that doesn’t exist. But I swear that he was real by the feeling left on my fingertips. There are no words left There’s nothing left to convey I repeat these broken promises at least twice a day. The anger has receded My tears are good…
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I don’t know what I was looking for I just felt like it was too late I spent my youth playing games But mostly running away. From myself From my family From the cruelty of living. But I couldn’t run forever So I ran into the arms of a man Who held me like you…
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I want to peel my skin off So I won’t be reminded of you I want to hide so the world won’t see my shame I want the ground to swallow me whole So I can disappear But none of that can happen I have to look in your eyes every day And not want…
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i’m falling out of love with your melody when your music used to sound so good to me. it was more than music for my ears. it was music for my heart to beat to and now i don’t really need you…
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To the boy with the tired eyes, I hope that you find the success that you’re looking for because you’re killing yourself slowly, kid. You couldn’t handle everything in your life so it all just crashed around you. I never wanted to be one of the things that added stress to your life but I…
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This is me on the precipice of the edge. Anxiety slowly creeping through my veins. Exhaustion reaching an all-time high. My eyes can barely open. The filter replicates an ethereal atmosphere. A person trapped in between dreaming and waking. This is me shutting myself off from “reality.” The views don’t matter. The likes don’t matter.…
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I’m popping pills with the hopes of surviving I’m popping pills with the hope that someday I will thrive Someday I will be alive.
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My existence is a resistance in its own right. I was never meant to be here yet I kept fighting for my life. The wear and tear, the daily struggle keep grinding down my years. But I swear I would never let it amplify my fears. You call it weakness but you don’t see through…
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Please stop holding on I was never yours to have Reclaiming my soul
Trapped In The Margins 