When will your anger end? How many people does it take for you to realise, That those hands are not for mending others, They are there to mend yourself.
I wonder if your voice travels through walls, I wonder if the neighbours can hear your screams everyday, I wonder if they think about my wellbeing. I'm sure the whole building does. Because no matter how many doors i close, how many windows i shut, how many rooms i lock myself in, how loud i... Continue Reading →
My ears hurt. Your voice is scathing, burning what's left of my patience.
Silence is what i crave the most, when you're here. When you are not, i crave the warmth of your presence, the homely feeling you bring to this house. but then the day before you arrive, I remember that voice, that dreadful voice of yours and I regret ever wishing you'd be back sooner.
Lost is a figurative word for my existence. I am beyond that, Lost is subjective to my vision across this universe, Across parallel universes even. A continuum of confusion, isolation and regret. A visage, an imagery of a lone girl without flowers in her head or screws joining her limbs. A mask of red and... Continue Reading →