‎My heart was crushed— ‎like broken glass. ‎ ‎Like broken glass— ‎my heart pierces. ‎ ‎I hurt others— ‎cause I'm hurt myself. ‎ ‎I've bled ‎and bled, ‎that others with me, ‎now bleed and bleed. ‎...Read more

People are running, some are screaming. Gunshots cloud, my sense of reasoning. A woman crying, her child is dead. Even the robbers, turn on themselves. My mind is a robber, my heart is another, and I am the bank....Read more

‎Do you know ‎the heart bleeds tears? ‎It does, ‎but silently. ‎You’d have to ‎hurt, ‎and hurt, ‎and hurt it, ‎till it can’t hold it in ‎for much longer. ‎...Read more

‎There's so much noise ‎In my heart. ‎It's trying to break free, ‎But I hold it still. ‎If I let it flee, ‎would it kill ‎the whole world? ‎...Read more

‎In the house ‎called “my mind,” ‎there's a door ‎that leads to a room ‎filled with colourful ‎and blooming flowers, ‎butterflies too. ‎It was last opened ‎when I was 14. ‎I wanted to go there again— ‎but I just realized ‎I lost the key. ‎...Read more

‎I lost everything. I lost myself. ‎I'm so forgetful, I Forgot how to be me. ‎I don't care anymore, not even about me. ‎But still... I don't want to give up... I want to remember, what it means to be me. ‎I want to be me again. ‎...Read more

‎I had an amazing conversation — ‎not with the night, ‎not with my mind, ‎but with a stranger. ‎It’s never been so quiet, ‎so quiet up there. ‎My usually chatting mind ‎spoke not, ‎just so she could listen ‎to the stranger. ‎I told him things — ‎not things my mind wanted me to say, ‎but things I ...Read more

"Death is not always the end of life. It's also the start of a new beginning" ‎So...., where is MY new beginning? ‎Or have I not waited long enough for it? ‎Or is the past not yet dead? ‎Why am I everywhere but nowhere at the same time? ‎@Amychukswrites ‎...Read more

Struggling for air ‎It's like I'm buried alive ‎Trying catch my breath, but it's like the air vanished ‎ ‎Ohh, how I hate tight spaces ‎Tight corners ‎Little spaces ‎So scary ‎So suffocating ‎ ‎But, guess what... ‎I crawled into one on my own ‎Now I can't breathe ‎ ‎My head is a tight space ‎A tigh...Read more

‎I once read a post ‎that said, "get out of your head." ‎But how can I leave ‎when 'she' has me caged? ‎Even if I break free, ‎she glued a leash ‎to my neck. ‎She's a busy highway, ‎so even if I try to run ‎without calming her first, ‎one of the trucks ‎would crush my spine. ‎Only my friend, ‎the ...Read more

‎Am I a puppet of my mind, ‎Or is she my puppet? ‎ ‎Does she make me think these things, ‎Or do I feed her what to think? ‎ ‎All these things she says to me... ‎All these things she shows me... ‎ ‎Are you saying I have little to no power ‎to make her stay quiet? ‎ ‎Why can't I control her ‎if she's ...Read more

‎My mind is alive. ‎My mind is her own person. ‎We do not coexist or correlate. ‎I feed her optimism, ‎she throws up pessimism. ‎She has a workspace ‎where she paints white black. ‎...Read more

‎I am one with the nights. ‎So quiet and peaceful—so dark—your own safe space. ‎The air may be cool, cold, windy, it may even rain—it may be anything but hot. I feel the air speak to me, and the trees dancing—I can hear the sounds of insects and nocturnal animals—I hear the sounds and call of nature...Read more

The silent rustling of leaves.... ‎A child's cry from a distance..... ‎The sound of wind swooping up dust.... ‎The sound from moving vehicles.... ‎A road side performer singing...... ‎The sound of pedestrians footsteps..... ‎My own voice too....., my inner voice.... ‎Someone in front of me is speaki...Read more

The stars stay with the night through dark times. Would you be my star...? ...Read more