Damian led me to a secret room in the palace even I didn’t know about. It was dark and weapons lined the walls. The floors had mats covering them. This was a soldier training room.

“Woah.” I mumbled.

“Yeah.” Damian replied. “Are you ready?”

“I guess.” I replied.

“Good.” He tossed me a fake knife. “Here’s your first lesson. The element of surprise.” Then he came at me with his own fake knif...

My search for love is unsuccessful again and again

which makes me think

maybe it’s time for my world to end

and so, with a sorrowful heart

i grab a knife

and then carving starts

every scream

puddles of blood

i’ll never be fixed so it seems

barbed wire in my mouth

shackles on my wrist

and with one last rouse

i end myself...

I had stopped for some reason. I don’t know why. Maybe I had just gone too numb at this point. The blood was on my floor, yet I didn’t feel upset. It was almost like I was meant to relapse. It was almost like this was supposed to happen.

I was lying to myself. Over and over again.

Someone knocked softly on the door. I blinked slowly, looking up, as though I had my door open. I blinked again, try...

I wanted beauty

and romantic gestures

I wanted warm hands and times where you would look into my eyes and see me

my soul

I wanted romance comparable to the greats

Romeo and Juliet

Helen and Paris

I wanted love that would kill me if i didn’t get more

I wanted it to be

exhilarating

breath taking

heart stopping

And I guess I got it

But laying in a pool of my own blood

staring into you...

My love was side-splitting, because my heart ripped. It was life-changing, because I would never truly live again. It was world ending, because my world was ending. He was my world, and he had ended.

The cold bathroom tiles indented themselves into my the legs, but wherever i moved they just got colder. But I couldn’t bear their cold, because it reminded me of his cold. It reminded me of all those...

I thought she was there

just like thin air

the things i thought

were really not

running from me

like the bark of a tree

falling off

stung like a bee

trust broken

like whipped cake batter

heart ripped

like plastic token's I shattered

well I thought I did

but i will be put together again

just like last time

but what if this is different

what if I'm reaching out forever

hurt forever

broken f...

People like me struggle to open up. Whether you were always told you weren’t good enough, you were being dramatic and it really wasn’t that bad. Be it that everything would be better here if you just sat down, didn’t speak or cry. Accepted that although you are just a little human who wants to explore, you sometimes make a mess and always needs to rely on someone. You’re an inconvenience to the li...

Fragmented memories a she sat slumped in despair over a life forgotten in the hope it would be better

Toxic positivity they say is delusional positivity where we never give up and accept the negative facts of change. Without accepting the negative we can not act postively.

There is always a silver lining never give up keep fighting but the phone call never comes hes not comming back to love cannot...

At thirty three, I sit in mourning

I am mourning a decade.

The time I gave Him.

To Him.

Him.

Grieving how the time I spent

flooded the gates of my being.

How it tore the doors off their hinges

Battered the shingles until they started to leak

Shattered the glass leaving shards in my path.

Time I spent sweeping up.

Hiding them from the world.

The secret I shared with myself.

Alone. But with Him...

…

(It’s Always Been You

By: Caleb Hearn

Listen to it or not. But it’s a super uplifting and kind song. Thank you!)

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Sitting on the cold tile, her legs criss-crossed beside the toilet bowl. Tears trace down her flamed cheeks, the fever just now setting in. She’d vomited twice and dry heaved once. Her toes were cold stubs, while her hands were earthquakes on the end of her arms. Her heartbeat wa...