My hatred blooms like a pale rose,
as I reap the sorrow life sows.
If mirror reflections lie to me,
what is it then that I can't see?
I feel here presence,
she's at my side,
she will not leave nor will she say goodbye.
It is you Ana my dearest friend,
who makes me wish my......Read More
I am a mess of eyeliner and contradictions
who's thought's and mantras are interupted by prayers and wishes to be thin.
I am the girl on the street who people pass with no inkling, no idea and with no regreat of her troubled life, but look into her eyes and it's there.
The untold......Read More
Is it possible to ever run dry of tears? If so then I should have cryed for the last time.
Not one day goes by when I am not consumed within tears, my head heavy as are my eyes.
In 6 days no food have passed lips and I feel myself fighting those frantic thoughts to over eat, and......Read More