Like the waters that carve the gorges in rocks,
The tears cut through the soft cheeks, gashing them,
Leaving behind salty traces of muffled cries.
And like Vernian worlds,
The guilt finds its way to the core;
Not in an abyss of abundance, but pain.
My struggle with depression and life after love, knowing now, that the days of innocence have expired...Moving on after pain, with some hope, and a little wisdom
Wednesday, September 16
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Letter to RAD - Take 3
hello, it’s been a few days since we last texted, and i’ve been reflecting on what you said. while i agreed with a few things, there were ...
-
the dark parts - i tried to hide them, then treat them but in the end, i realized i’d have to live with them
-
you’re not your cv or your waistline you’re not your parents or your sun sign you’re not your promotions or the money you make you’re just t...
-
the bridge is broke between your hope and my reality the last hour spent on my lament yet you show no mercy
No comments:
Post a Comment