What you did Broke my heart Scattered it into A zillion shards And you think It’s all about you When you in Reality you blew Apart so many Lives in the Blink of an Eye and you Still can’t see What you’ve done To just me Let alone to Your friends who Would go to … Continue reading Attempt.


My heart is heavy And so is my mind My limbs won’t move And I find I can’t stop thinking Of you my dear And how you slipped Into your deepest fear Old original art by me.


Down or up I do not know I never know Which way I’ll go. In my bed For weeks on end My comfy bed My only friend Then like a switch From somewhere deep Suddenly there’s no way For me to sleep I do not know What to expect Or if I’m ready For what … Continue reading Trepidation


I can’t. I can’t write this paper. I can’t do the hard things. I can’t function like a normal adult. I can’t even shower on a regular basis. I can’t keep my space clean. I can’t even keep it sanitary. I can’t remember the last time I felt joy. I can’t. Older original art by … Continue reading can’t.

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Maybe hope Is a nice Bedtime story We tell ourselves To keep going. What if The whole time The future laid Out for us Is actually hopeless? Image from Pexels

Unfinished poem

Sitting on my bed Ghosts dancing in my head Talking to the shadows on the floor And the monsters opposite the door. The fire raging in my brain Dreams going down the drain Sadness overtakes me And I can no longer see. Through the fog of depression And walls of oppression The stars are occluded … Continue reading Unfinished poem

Fractured heart

A fractured heart pulled apart by a broken mind and I want a sign that it’ll be okay. Crying everyday. Wishing it away. Knowing it’s a part of having a heart and living this way. One day the stars will heal these scars and I’ll be whole with a complete soul and these cracks will … Continue reading Fractured heart


It’s scary how many times I’ve been here before. Bruised, bloody, beaten. Pieces of my heart scattered over the floor. Balancing the tightrope between life and death. “I can’t continue anymore.” Yet, something strange happens every time deep within my core. I crawl, stumble stagger and wobble until suddenly I soar. Older original art by … Continue reading Cycle


I think I messed up. I mean, I screw up on the regular, so I'm not even sure which time I'm talking about. I just think I did. I should have known better. I should have tried harder. I shouldn't have been so weak. I should have been smarter. I should have... But I didn't. … Continue reading Mistake.