Monday Musings: You won’t read it.
You won’t read it. Feeling dead inside… Maybe colder. Maybe older.
You won’t read it. Feeling dead inside… Maybe colder. Maybe older.
Inner Child Inside me is still my younger self. She’s alive and breathing. And not very sure of herself. Nor her small fragile feelings.
Trigger Warning: this poem contains thoughts of suicide and other mental health issues. It was written over 8 years ago, and does not reflect who I am now. Please seek help if you find yourself with these thoughts and emotions. I am sharing this to show there is always a light at the end of…
Tear My Castle Down I’m standing on my castle which stands on the world. So why does everyone think I’m standing on them? I stand here alone; I don’t need a boy or girl. I can do this without you, all by myself.
Beautiful Nightmares I can’t get you off my mind; Thoughts of you keep me awake at night. I toss and turn; there is no relief, Not until you are again laying next to me.