I hear a confession

a broken heart

I hear a world falling apart

I know its time

for me to appear

I know its time

my disease is severe

Flowers bloom

from within your lungs

flowers bloom

as the girl succumbs

Cough cough

over and over again

cough cough

there's no help for them

I have but one cure

but its too unlikely

I have but one cure

oh isn't it lovely

Coughing flowers

mixing with blood

cough...

Trypophobia; that’s what they call me.

Apparently, I’m nothing special to most people. Just creep them out a bit.

But there is this one person who is terribly afraid of me.

The last time they encountered me was one day on a stroll through the forest with their family. I was sitting there, waiting, my hole patterns resting on a leaf.

They’d just peeked over for a second, the human, but that wa...

I start with the toes. You feel the tingle there, wondering if it’s something you stepped on, or a splinter. You shrug it off. You forget about it, but then I hit your knees with pain. Those are the first bones to go. Then your arms, elbows…You can’t ignore the pain now, and wonder if it has something to do with the toe pain you felt last week but is now long gone. The doctor says you’ll have to w...

I stare at the darkness, questioning, thinking.

Will sleep slumber me tonight?

Or will Insomnia force my heavy eyes to be awake?

My feelings of guilt feed Insomnia, making her stronger, making her sly.

I can feel her talons brush against my cold skin under the blankets.

“Think of what you did, you tireless fool. Think of how they feel because of your actions.”

She whispers thoughts into my ...

**I’m the darkest swamp in your forest.**

**I’m torrent.**

**I’m like your own shadow always following behind you.**

**So enjoy the veiw.**

**I’m like a tornado.**

**I’m the volcano.**

**I will make you erupt.**

**I’ll deconstruct you.**...

The apartment was in shambles, with mess and clutter strewn carelessly across the floor. Dirty clothes, empty bottles, and other various items that Caylee had been swearing week after week to clean up. But lately, there didn’t seem to be a day when she was sober enough to stand. Let alone clean house.

She sat slumped on the couch, with a half-empty bottle of whiskey in her hand. The room smelt o...

✨this story is supposed to show what it’s like to live with a personality disorder. With everybody telling you one thing, but you perceive another.✨

I tilt my head up to the orange sky, the black clouds skating above my head, gathering on the horizon. It looks like a storm was coming soon. “Hey, beautiful day?” An elderly man tilts his cap to me.

“Um..yeah. Can’t help but feel like a storms com...

I watch her walk in and out of the house every day but she doesn’t seem to notice I’m there.

I know if she just gave me a chance that I could help, but sometimes it’s like she purposely avoids me. If she only let me: I could carry some of the burden and make her forget the pain.

People call me manipulative for reaching out at her worst times, but I think if she realizes I love her at her worst...

Poke!

Poke, Poke!

Jab, Jab!

Time to poke someone!

She has trust issues.

Poke, Poke!

Aw, Why is she crying?

It doesn’t matter if she pokes herself with a sewing needle.

How are shots any different?

Doesn't she trust doctors?

Pooookkkeeeee!

All done!

She hasn't gotten over it?

This isn't fair!...

Week One

Dear diary, me and my family have entered our new home, our last entity had too many white soldiers they took away Cousin Flu and his family. I hope the white soldiers don’t find us, in our new home!

Week Two

We arrived at the lungs I am in a battle field Mommy and Daddy are fighting with the soldiers. The Mucus Family is helping, Mommy told me to infect the weak point… still trying to f...