162

162. The number that didn't end up killing me, even though I hoped it would. A mixture of 8 different kinds of pills and 7 hours laying on the cold bathroom floor, I was still here, despite the improbability. 6 long minutes spent in the ambulance, and 5 questions that I didn't know the answer... Continue Reading →

Because

I don't know why i'm running. I don't know if it's because my phone is at 38%, or if its because I can't untangle my headphones. I'm not sure if it's because the teacher keeps on talking, or if its because all the ice in my water bottle has melted. Maybe it's because I tried... Continue Reading →

Roads & Galaxies

I tend to romanticize my pain- to make my misery look beautiful. I turn my veins into roads- that I use to escape from my brain.  I turn my bruises into galaxies, trying to escape from this world. All I want to do is ESCAPE. Escape from the racing thoughts- the pounding of my heart,... Continue Reading →

Groundhog Day

The bars on my heart are not to keep people from loving me, not to push people away, and not to protect myself from others. They're to protect me from myself. To keep me from ripping my heart out of my chest. To keep me from plunging a dagger into my soul. And to keep... Continue Reading →

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