Not to be metaphorical, But it's like a cactus hugging you constantly, Digging it's sharp throns in your soft skin and further inside,...

On some mornings, It will feel like midnight, Darkness even in the warm light of November, Quietness even in the morning noises of the...

Only if they understood, Why running off seems like a better option, Than to stay within walls, Built with hatred, Leaving often seems...

Everything hurts, Including the clenched fist, That somehow makes me believe, I am strong. But I open my hands, Towards the universe, To...

I stand behind the curtain, Staring at the world, Hiding the world of emotions, Erupting inside me, Yet no one sees anything, No one...

Living in my head is exhausting, With its constant doubts to start new things, To the old memories that it keeps bringing up. From the...