Teetering on the edge of Boredom and Hypomania

Writing feels foreign anymore. The words haven't exactly been coming to me the way they used to, but bear with me. I will try my best to update during this COVID outbreak. Where to start. I've been hypomanic for about 2 1/2 weeks now. Sleep is all sorts of fucked up. Go to bed at… Continue reading Teetering on the edge of Boredom and Hypomania

Paint it Red

It has been exactly 4 months since the last time I encountered you and let you persuade me into ruining my forearms. This is the longest i have gone without seeing you in 5 years. I can feel the blood under my skin flowing throughout my body. I want to empty it so bad but… Continue reading Paint it Red

Zombie

A dark doom engulfs me and I am stripped down to my naked body. Scars line my wrists and thighs, each one created to remind me of a beautiful, emotional disaster. I run my fingers over my left arm and where the incision once spew red life out of me is now a bare artifact… Continue reading Zombie