Slipping.
Sometimes you know the white rabbit has his grip and is pulling you downward into the rabbit hole. The length of days is longer; my resolve melting away. This demon, this depression taking hold and
Sometimes you know the white rabbit has his grip and is pulling you downward into the rabbit hole. The length of days is longer; my resolve melting away. This demon, this depression taking hold and
Cue the pictures of the beautiful home. My son is smart, resourceful, well-liked and cute. My SO is every dream I’ve ever dreamed in the history of always for how I’d be loved and wanted.
A former life now unknown city of people burning beneath the righteous steeple formerly a missus latterly dismissed this hidden guise seen for the first time with these ocean eyes where lines are blurred
I take another pill To wash away the pain How can I abstain When I can’t stand still Too many noises Too many voices The panic attack begins Onslaught On shot On point Target in
I’m on a precipice. The only way to go is down. Jumping seems like a good idea. Until I realized the edge was merely the ground.
Ever have that one person … That one person in your life who is always there, out of reach but right around the corner… She always seems so inevitable. I just don’t think I’ve met
Your voice, so cold I cannot hear for the wind Echoes so distant Yet I remember our sin Whispers in my path Warnings Cautions I cannot say I was not told to guard myself Along
Our eyes are the windows to the soul. Our eyes are a connection of nerve endings connected to our brain which is then translated into what we “see.” Our eyes are beautiful, blue, green, brown,
2am seems like my own witching hour. It is quiet and my mind is not. I have a need that despite my many sources, is not filled. When did I begin my spiral? I do
I’d like to establish my perspective… Seems an appropriate venue for that. I have a bipolar condition and struggle every day. There are occasions where I act in a manner that is in conflict with