No refunds, for Life

The raging seaClashes within me.How to I keep afloat.I get overwhelmedWith every action planLayed out for me.They are hereTo help.But I'm not sureI've got it in meTo see this through. I am depleted.Where can I goFor a refill.My muscles areScreaming.My flesh isslowly decaying.Not to exaggerateBut my fleshIs out of date. Where did I go wrong?Which … Continue reading No refunds, for Life

into me see

Really scary. They see into you. They see your insecurities. Will they see Who you are Trying to be? Will they see Past the holes, Moles, scars And patches That are slowly removing? Into me see Every little breaks, Cracks and patches That is holding Me together. Into me see The weakness, The brokenness That … Continue reading into me see

Half way full

They say that'sA way of beingOptimisticWhen you seeThe cup as halfWay full.Let's dive in a bitDeeper shall we? You are the cup.You are half wayFull.You have a goal.You want to meetYou.You want to beLike them.So you are filledAnd undefeatable. You are never enough.You want to feel enough.You are half way full.It isn't enough.Where's your standards … Continue reading Half way full

Under my feet

I stand on everythingWhich used toSuck the lifeOut of me. I stand onWhat usedTo hold me captive.Under my feetAre my Insecurities. Under my feetIs all the thingsI allowed toDrown  me. Under my feetIs my old life.Under my feetIs all the thingsThat once heldMe captive. I stand undefeatedFor what onceHeld me captive.I now stand on it.For … Continue reading Under my feet

Act of war

Breaking awayFrom the norm.You've said yourFirst noWhich is anAct of war.Everything isA constant struggle. You say noWhen you usedTo say yes.You've brokenAway from the norm.You have becomeAn asylum seekerIn your own head.Where do youGo to?Who do youGo to? I got tiredOf living this way.I got tiredOf always feelingMiserable and suicidal.I am going to sayNo to … Continue reading Act of war

The human behind the ink

Perfectly flawed.A beautiful mess.Smiling and moving on.Trying with each dayNot to turn back. The human behindThe ink.Perfectly imperfect.Loved unconditionallyBy someone who maybeIn the present orWaiting in the future. The human behindThe ink.It could be meIt could be you.We all hide behindSomething.Ashamed of beingVulnerable.Scared to be seenBut yearning to be seen. The human behindThe ink.The human … Continue reading The human behind the ink