I won’t write for you anymore

My love, You broke me... And now all I have left is my love letters to you. Yet, nowhere to send 'em to.

Shame

"Like shame, you carry your wounds everywhere."

You did this…to Me

Warning: This post can be a PTSD trigger for DV/SV victims/survivors.

Trapped

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 [...]

This Storm

One foot in front of the other. One foot in front of the other. And disappear

Zero

This is the burning pits of hell. There is no escape. There is none. Close your eyes and melt.