TRIGGER WARNING: mention of cutting/Self harm/Abuse. I wrote this back in my teen years. . All pastels, pretty and pink. A dark secret she longs to keep.… Read more “Pastel”
Tag: depression
It Was, Now no More
The glass was together and now it’s broken all because the truth came out. It was in the dark for too long. But, I don’t care. I’ve… Read more “It Was, Now no More”
Lies
The lies are whispered in my ear. “You’re not worthy. There’s no point. What do you have to live for?” I’m tired. I’m exhausted. I’m drowning. I… Read more “Lies”
