"New year. Same me. Same dreams. Same demons continue to haunt me." [….click to read the full post]
"I have the power to turn scars into poetries. To turn tears into ink stains."
Time : 06:09 a.m. I haven't slept. Yet again. It has been months. And for months I have kept it to myself. Myself all along. I have night terrors since more than a year now, If I ever fall asleep i wake up frequently screaming, shaking, gasping for air, shocked, paralyzed or simply praying. And quietly go back [...]
"It could have been worse. It can still turn worse."
My soul is howling. The shattering of my heart is deafening my ears.
"You do not deserve this version of me.
Broken, damaged and lost."