Friday the thirteenth, black cats, shattered mirrors, and ...me?
when your high point is rock bottom,
maybe its just best to live forgotten.
My intrusive thoughts might kill me one day. So have them in a poem, it'll make processing them easier.
Part 2 of the trilogy of chronological representations of the struggles faced by the protagonist dealing with depression and anxiety following the loss of his loved ones. Each symphony enlightens diff...
Just trying, this is my first attempt at rekindling my young hollowed soul.
its a little long but stick with it... its a little insight into how lost i can get in my mind.
The last year has driven me mad in so many ways, but I hope I can put pen to paper and burn the memories from my mind.
Part 3 of the trilogy of chronological representations of the struggles faced by the protagonist dealing with depression and anxiety following the loss of his loved ones. Each symphony enlightens diff...
All she could see was a lost cause in the mirror......
A piece I wrote about my dangerous relationship with fear and self-loathing.
But her and I will never find an escape
Since we found hell inside ourselves
+ Most of your “best friends” growing up were emotionally abusive + So is your mother
By marknuuuttt http://marknuuuttt.tumblr.com/post/159399186076/tfw-you-realize-exactly-why-youre-fucked-up
Friday the thirteenth, black cats, shattered mirrors, and ...me?
when your high point is rock bottom,
maybe its just best to live forgotten.
My intrusive thoughts might kill me one day. So have them in a poem, it'll make processing them easier.
Part 2 of the trilogy of chronological representations of the struggles faced by the protagonist dealing with depression and anxiety following the loss of his loved ones. Each symphony enlightens diff...
Just trying, this is my first attempt at rekindling my young hollowed soul.
its a little long but stick with it... its a little insight into how lost i can get in my mind.
The last year has driven me mad in so many ways, but I hope I can put pen to paper and burn the memories from my mind.
Part 3 of the trilogy of chronological representations of the struggles faced by the protagonist dealing with depression and anxiety following the loss of his loved ones. Each symphony enlightens diff...
All she could see was a lost cause in the mirror......
A piece I wrote about my dangerous relationship with fear and self-loathing.
But her and I will never find an escape
Since we found hell inside ourselves
+ Most of your “best friends” growing up were emotionally abusive + So is your mother
By marknuuuttt http://marknuuuttt.tumblr.com/post/159399186076/tfw-you-realize-exactly-why-youre-fucked-up