Crying on bathroom floors

All that pain you’ve keptbeneath those hidden facesand all those tears you’ve criedon bathroom floors and pillow casesall those aches, wounds and insecuritiesyou’ve been carrying for a whilegive them all to meso I could see you smile.I know you’re achingand you won’t ever breakbut the world is so cruel, my lovehow long will you take?Release … Continue reading Crying on bathroom floors

When anxiety changes into depression

Anxiety is that odd feeling that grabs you by the throat and suffocates you to the point where you wheeze for air. No matter how hard you inhale you can’t seem to get anything inside of your lungs. It’s a feeling that constantly makes you worry. It nibbles on your insecurities and makes you lose … Continue reading When anxiety changes into depression

I didn’t give up…

I wrote this in high school, around eight years ago. But it still gives me hope. Sometimes I feel like the things I wrote in my early days are better than what I write now. Maybe because they came straight from the soul.... It's a feeling that can't be put into words.... I didn’t give … Continue reading I didn’t give up…

The slit of a wrist

I slide against the door, sitting on the cold floor with my knees pressed against my chest. The back of my head is leaning on the wooden door, next to the doorknob. A pounding headache is wrapping its arms around my temples. I can’t think straight. The voices in the back of my head that … Continue reading The slit of a wrist