I want you to know her, that girl, yes, her with a back made of steel. She's never known joy, that girl, standing there. Her eyes always...

You are my child. I had you in my arms when I was a child. You nursed my soul when they hurt me. I pulled you closer to my chest. They...

It is inescapable for now. I have nowhere to go, and my panic found a new outlet in shaky vocal cords. Just mention the word, mention...

She will manage it somehow. That "somehow" is my heavy breathing. It is these sweaty hands and sleepless nights. It means I have to...

These last years, I've seen myself turn to bleak isolation. Isolation needn't be bleak, but I know mine was. Eventually, I talked more....

I've seen your friend today. The first encounter was quick, silent, awkward and unpleasant. The second one, however, was better. Seeing...

Why am I waiting? I need to heal. Why am I waiting for others to allow me to do so? Does that even make sense? What are these feelings?...

I did not like the way I was left there, mumbling, while I could've been told the reason for which I had no reply. I did not like how I...

Build me! Build me this time. Work on every broken part inside. Feed me! Nourish me! Take care of my body. Take care of my health. Take...

I have newly discovered the beauty of short sentences it seems. Before, I was told mine had always been longer than necessary. I was...

Now that I was aware that you were there, That joyful game no longer played was finally allowed to be the plan. From room 1 to room 2, I...

The way you look me straight in the eyes, Sir, triggers me, so does your questioning! It triggers me as I struggle for a place to lay my...

The companionship of melancholy made me imagine all the potential worst or at least the kind I fear the most. I have unnecessarily lived...

I had to almost die to finally live!

Our relationship has always been a cold war; a cold war nobody knows about except ourselves. It started long ago. Do you remember the...

I hate it when they do not help. Well, they do not care. But, they also assume that I am better, saying I am better than them. If only...

2 A.M. What's the point of writing words when you know they won't be seen? What's the point of pouring your heart into them? Why would...

The wooden drawers sit quietly in the houses' forgotten rooms. They hold pieces of the past we cannot throw away yet. They bear our...

In the reality of a silent night, you face the truth. You meet again and your brain aches at a long night of confrontation. You've had...

The English Language is my shelter. It is what I clung to once I realised I was thorned into shreds, about the same time I was expected...