i’m losing myself. can’t you tell?
i am so terribly sad. someone must be watching the movie of my life for a good cry.
i hope you find your soulmate in this lifetime. my knees are bruised from praying that it’s me.
the taste of tragedy is so fresh on my tongue. i believe the aftertaste shall linger forever.
peace is white like my dress. i just wish my dress didn’t have those horrific blood stains.
for once, my mind is quiet.
i only feel love from my older friends. only they know how to handle the deep sadness that comes along with me.
i’m tied to your soul. and you’re tied to mine. i can see it in your eyes, when you speak to me. you look like a child again, but we happened at the wrong time.
happy birthday baby. even though you’re on the other side of the world. even though you hate me. happy birthday baby.
we were everything. everything.
you told me i was cruel. all i said was that you were the loss of my life. why would i lie to you? i don’t think i am capable of it.
the most tragic moment of my life, was realizing my own Cassandra complex. realizing no matter how many times i told people it wouldn’t work out, they wouldn’t believe me.
i read somewhere, that there is a day in the year that is always a catalyst. a day where you hit rock bottom for years on end. mine is november 9th.
why must i be so full of rage? i can only dream of peace.
i feel so terribly lost. and in that state i wrote only two sentences.
i am only consumed with my sadness when i am alone. this week my schedule is filled to the brim to avoid mere minutes alone with my mind.
i came home with blood on my hands and you were terrified of what i’d done to someone. it never occurred to you that the blood on my hands was my own.
i didn’t think the depth of my pain was visible from the outside until my mother told me she hated my sad eyes. that my eyes were always so joyful and now they appear as small voids to something darker.
there is hate brewing in my bones. i do not believe it will stop until you are laid to rest.
though i am a young, privileged white woman, with nothing to complain of, sobs rack my body for years on end. my picket fence and shaggy dog can’t save me from this ugly world.
among the thousands of pages i’ve written, i know there is one constant. you are on every single one.
i do wish i could find even a small flicker of the blazing fire that was once in me, but it has been doused in water repeatedly.
years. years have been taken off of my life today. the fear invoked in me shall linger for the rest of my days.
pure bliss is a high i never want to be sober of. i feel on top of the earth my feet have always been glued to. this must be that freedom the wanderers speak of.
i want to scream. i shall only halt when the windows rupture from their sills and the floor begins to shake. only then will i be able to go about my day.
i wish this momentary calm could find the courage to last for the entirety of my life. but the war in my brain scares it away.
if there is one thing on this earth i can depend upon. it is my uncle, who loves me more than i love my own flesh and bones.
the only wish of mine before i walk alongside death, is for the ink from my pen to sink into a single soul and take root.
i feel so loved for a mere second, then it is ripped away by fake niceties. i only wish that the prophecy could be rewritten so that a single soul is obsessed with mine.
death’s hand fits so perfectly in my palm. no wonder my mind is attacking me.