Her poetry rests in her pain
And what a dangerous place that is to live
She can only make sense when she’s aching from within… 77 more words
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Originated by Lisa Marino~1995-present
Fourteen years ago today, a female relative of mine (an Aunt by marriage) was murdered by her live-in boyfriend. I just read her autopsy and toxicology report for the first time; her death having been ruled an “accident”. 542 more words
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If you are expecting fun and sarcasm, don’t read this.
This is a heck a lot more emotional and contemplative (and potentially boring). You might hate me, or pity me at the end of it. 880 more words
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I often find that it’s hard to know how to feel.
Sad? Mad? What is real?
Am I imagining things? Should I really be upset? 61 more words
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Lost In Transalation
You know that I am broken,
Pieces of myself,
With all that I have spoken,
No one listens, except oneself,
I can tell you how I function, 119 more words
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Everyone has their own way of dealing with the downs of life. Some people drink, some people smoke, some people drown their sorrows with sad music and movies, and some people just… 799 more words
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