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the pharmacist knows my name now which is either intimacy or failure i count them into the bottle cap: two white, one blue the blue one makes me forget what the
I keep my phone face down because your name glows through the case. Because every vibration could be you saying you changed your mind.
The visitor arrived without knocking. She found him in her kitchen one morning, sitting at her table with his hands folded, staring at nothing. He wore a
First you learn with water. Then with pills. Then with words like sorry and I'm fine and no it's okay, really. The pharmacist knows my name now, knows which
The man kept seventeen mirrors in his apartment, and he visited each one like a pilgrim to shrines. He had learned their angles the way others learn p
She slept too often, and never by choice. The world came to her in fragments, a handful of seconds, a conversation half-heard, a face she recognised only because it had aged since last time.
Deep in the overgrown garden behind a half-forgotten cottage, she lived. She carried a wand, a snapped twig bound with ribbon and glitter.
It has just turned seven On a Saturday eve I should be sat downstairs With the kids on my knees But I am laid up in bed, alone and in such pain As my old black dog Paces up and down to a new...
One bad day in a bad week at the end of a bad year, Sat alone in an empty flat with an empty bottle of beer.
#disabilityaware #rant A couple of swear words.
"What's it like?" I asked, unsure of whether I should say the dreaded word. "Schizophrenia. You can say it, Landon." Ainsley said nonchalantly, as if she could tell what I was thinking.
and when you sob. and carve society on your hip. crying. saying you're in love with sadness. it pisses me off. because I'm actually sad. all the time. and have been since I could really think.
Worry,. In the pits of your,. Tummy,. Squeezing it. Tight,. Manifesting in terror or. Fright,. Sickened stomach,. The mind becomes a. Race,. Speeding up,. never loosing. Pace,. A feeling,.
It's late. I'm so incredibly exhausted- running on peppermint mocha and green tea. I can not rest. My mind does not have an off switch. And so I unlock my pretty jewelry box and take out my addiction.
Sick of the dark, sick of the cold Hate the depressing flat gray Aches and pains, feel so old I hate living this way Work, problems and stress All I seem to remember What an ugly, common mess All...
Hello again, and today was Thursday, the 14th of March. If you ever feel down, read this if you may. You have friends and they will help you get through this.
It never fails, it always happens to me, all my girlfriends have issues, it's like cupid has something personal against me.
Theres a light in the darkness. Its getting closer too. When it reaches my heart then all will be good again. Now im grey and tired. Soggy and dried out. But ive found it never helps to pout.
My mind is too fuzzy right now. It's way to fuzzy to breath. My mind is too fuzzy right now. And I'm hoping that somebody sees. Cause I'm lying here alone. All these marks upon my soul. I'm dyin here.
"Ok thanks Mark." He said, closing the bedroom door behind him as his new landlord closed the front door. Sitting on the bed he surveyed the room, it was small but liveable.
Sometimes I have my 'up' days where I almost wonder what was ever wrong. *rarely.
The dark seemed to glow that night. Everything seemed different, but somehow reminded me of the past, in each blink.
Self harm references.
Sometimes, during certain moments, I feel so strong. At other times, I'm instantly overcome by such a deep sadness...Something I don't understand but that lives deep within me.