It took a long time for me to consider myself a writer. I still struggle with saying it. I started writing at a young age to work through feelings I didn’t dare tell anyone. I learned that once you start writing, it becomes a part of you. It’s something you always go back to whenever you are overwhelmed with certain emotions. People don’t always listen to your words, but the paper always listens to the pen.
Drowning Again
Hope In Darkness
She…
I Am
I am the void, sucking you in, a mystery that you’ll never solve. My broken pieces are glass shards. You’ll only get hurt if you try to put them all back together. I am the cut that won’t heal, the scar that won’t fade. I linger in your memory, reminding you of...
Broken Ones
we are the broken ones, the ones who feel it all, the ones who want to make it better. we cling to each other because we recognize the pain.