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Fiona Diaries

‘HEARTBEATS AND WILD THINGS’

  • My Wings

    My Wings

    “They took my wings away.. They took it off my spine and sent me here.” [….click to read the full post]

  • Shackled feathers

    Shackled feathers

    “She was made of glitters. But glitters that no more shine.”[….click to read the full post]

  • It’s okay, if you aren’t

    It’s okay, if you aren’t

    “I want you to know that it is okay to not be okay.” [….click to read the full post]

  • Trapped

    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…

  • Suicidal

    Suicidal

    You are not crazy and it is okay to feel defeated. But you know why bad times are important? Because you only and always learn from bad times.

  • Losing Grip

    Losing Grip

    My soul is howling. The shattering of my heart is deafening my ears. 

  • Love Ruins Me

    Love Ruins Me

    Love ruins me. It kills me inside. It eats me up from within. Love burns me. It turns my soul to ashes. It makes me naked to the bones. Love cuts me. It hurts the veins inside my heart. It stabs me, inch by every inch. Love manipulates me. It brings down the walls around…

  • Stay with me

    Stay with me

    Loving me will not be an easy job, You will have to find the broken in me.

  • Bleeding Whiskey

    Bleeding Whiskey

    “Water filling her lungs. Dying is no fun!”

  • Lost

    Lost

    “I have just got broken pieces.”

  • Dead Inside?

      For the most of us a part of us inside is Dead. No happiness. No Color. Just want this pain to be over. Tired of people. Tired of Life. Tired of fake smiles. Tired of everything. Everything looks dull. Everything looks lifeless, just like how we are feeling inside. Dead. But what we do…

  • Tear stains

    She walks in the midnight under the shadows of her past. It was good, the memories, till they last Bathed in the moonlight…everything looks cold Just like her soul…just like her soul Memories floods her head ..and she drowns She soothes her sobs and looks if someone is around She walks and walks but don’t…

  • And people ask why I write of heartbreaks.

    You were my Devil dancing in the brightness, You were the Angel breaking through my darkness. If loving you was a sin, Then I would have happily died a sinner. You were the apple in my garden of Eden! You charmed my heart like Eve was charmed by the snake You never give But you…

  • Incomplete

    No hope. No happiness. No love. Too much hate & poison in this devastatingly beautiful world.

  • Despair

    I got up today and realized that I have lost the will to live. All the emotions of sadness, abandonment, grief, hopelessness, despair and so much more is building up and boiling inside me. And yet my heart, my heart feels numb. Its is as if a great weight has been put on my chest…