*Look at what you’ve created. Look at the monster you’ve made. Look at the creature you twisted, birthed from a world of pain, molded by expectations, strengthened by your fears. Weary of tomorrow, promised as bliss. Her eyes are heavy. Her mind is roaming, and she is constantly tired. There is no w...Read more

*I relive it every year. Not as trauma, Or pain, But as the unending silence that won’t go away— As numbness disguised as bliss. In the empty space on the bed, Every time I open your room And you’re not there. It’s that quiet ache that haunts me, How easily I smile despite everything. And it make...Read more

*Dearest husband, wherever thou art, This is an attribute I wish you would have: The ability to convey truth With words so profound— Not flattery, nor lies, But words that don’t wound Even when they should sting. Honesty that cares when it should hurt, Letters that love when Silence is easier.*...Read more

*There’s love and devotion. Then duty and loyalty. One cannot have both. You simply have to pick. This is for everyone who’s stuck in the middle, who has to choose between what they love and what they have to do. For those who walk the fine line between what they love and what they are required to l...Read more

And it gets me pissed when the mask slips a bit and suddenly you get a glimpse of all there is behind the smiles and texts. And suddenly you care. You ask questions about my mental health. And when I lock up, I'm a bad person? I'm pushing you away? Where was all the concern when I was writhing ben...Read more

Six months since, yet the echoes never fade. The shadows draw near, the memories linger. The pain’s smeared like fresh ink on paper — it hasn’t dried. And with each passing day, I feel haunted. The memories are alive — real, brutal, breathtaking, painfully sweet. It’s consuming, it makes me want ...Read more

If I said I wanted to kiss you, what would you do? Would you believe me, or simply say I was drunk? I guess I'm not even sure. My mind feels foggy, my head's in a daze— so I'll do anything to feel relief. If I said— I want to spend the rest of my life with you, would you trust me or call me a frau...Read more

Maybe it was a mind game Maybe it wasn’t. Whatever it was, I enjoyed it — the thrill of reading your mind, deciphering your thoughts, picking up cues, trying to understand your emotions. Every day was an adventure. Every stare — a challenge. Every body language — a clue, to solve the mystery: you. ...Read more

Attention seekers everywhere Thinking they have charm and swag They’ve got nothing but tricks and lies Do yourself a solid: Protect your energy It’s all they’re after Your energy… prey to them The "predator" ...Read more

When I think of my life— How much I’ve given, How deeply I’ve felt, How much I’ve invested, Only to be met with silence… ignored— I pause. And then I wonder… How does God cope? I mean, come on— He takes crap from over 2 billion people every single day. How doesn’t He lose it? Break down? Lash out? ...Read more

They say they love you. Doesn’t mean they do. They say they missed you. Doesn’t make it true. We hold on to words. Beg them to be real. The lies we hear are sweeter than the truth. We feed on hits. Anything will do. Then we start over. The pain is breathtaking. The cycle never ends. The silence...Read more

The heart is annoying, you know. A rebel. Always feeling, Never thinking. “Don’t.” “Why?” “Go.” “No.” “Come.” “Never.” “I love him.” “You can’t.” “Don’t tell me what to do.” “You don’t own me.” “Oh, but I do.” “Damn you.” “Love you too.” Sniff. Sniff. “What’s up?” “Don’t need to ask. I can tell—...Read more

Suicide is always an option— I cannot lie. I’ll attend your burial, but I will not laugh. I’ll wear black — you fought the good fight. I won’t stop you, because I know how bad it can get. I’ll only tell you, “See you in hell.” Because in life, you live, you learn....Read more

I'm sixteen, yet I feel eighteen. Living the adult life is draining. Honestly, I'm not sure how I got here. Don't worry—I'll explain in a minute. Remember when you were young, and had to enjoy solitude for three years? Or when you learned that family couldn’t be trusted? Or when, at six, you had to...Read more

Can I shoot you? 'Cause I really wish I could. It would make things a lot easier. I wouldn't worry about late-night texts, Or missing your cheeky stickers. I'd exist — and simply be. You wouldn't have to be in every chapter, Every story. You being a constant… Is driving me crazy. I've walked awa...Read more