Writing has not come easy to me lately,
Maybe it’s because I’m older now and the routines of life has gotten me in a constant looping state of mind,
Maybe it’s because I no longer feel comfortable talking about my troubles,
I’ve become more reserved,
More cautious,
Afraid of being too transparent
And having my heart broken

"Hey, how are you?"

Typing...
Typing...
Typing...

"I'm not doing too well to be honest. I feel like a cold dark blanket has been wrapped around me, slowly suffocating me. I want the world to just stop for a second so I can catch my breath, instead of feeling like I am hanging on by a single thread. I want to run far away from here and go somewhere, where I am a stranger… I — I want to be free."

Deleting...
Deleting...
Deleting...

"I'm alright, you?"

My thoughts are like the ocean.
Deep, vast and easy to get lost in.
When my thoughts get restless it is easy to drown away in them,
And when I call out for help,
The sea of my thoughts drown out my voice,
And I am once again alone,
Unable to defend myself

One day,
When no one is around and I’m all alone
I’m going to drown in my own thoughts,
And that’ll be the end of me

What was supposed to be 15 min turned into 30
And then to 1 hour
And then to 2
And by the time you finally showed up
It was too late.


I was gone

I feel too much.
People say that that’s good,
But I spend most my nights
Crying over pointless things
And wanting to **** myself over them.

You replaced all the butterflies in my stomach with wasps,
And now every time I think of you,
I get stung