So, I’ve finally reminded myself that I’ve been doing a little too much playing around. And by ‘playing around’, I mean not putting my talent to use. Doubting myself entirely too much. And just being plain old LAZY. I’ve been telling myself that I have to stop using these sad and depressed moods of mine… Read More
If someone had asked me what the final straw was; I’m not certain that I’d be able to pinpoint it. Four years worth of a friendship, more than half of that time spent with frustration building over instances and occurrences that seemed insignificant to others. Or, maybe I’d finally reached that age where there wasn’t… Read More
The thoughts weigh heavily, They invade my sense of peace, They take hold of me. They grow enraged and scold me, Loathe me for desiring to be free, And just a little happy. They weigh heavily.
I don’t feel… Seen. Heard. Loved. Cared for. Appreciated. I don’t feel thought of, Only called on when convenient. Only spoken of, and negatively, when I couldn’t give what was needed.
I’m probably overthinking, like always. However, lately there has been one main thought on my mind when it comes to my writing, and how I’ve been putting myself out there. Part of my problem is that I am inconsistent. There’s no denying that on my part. But part of that inconsistency comes from the… Read More
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I swallowed a bottle full, Just to see if I would make it through. Just to see if I’d be born anew, Just to see if other’s tears would be many or few. I woke in the same hell of days before, Pain and strife leaving my heart torn, Still drowning in a sea… Read More
I’ve grown so comfortable in my loneliness, I’ve come to expect feelings of sadness & nothing less. I’ve come to expect not a care from the world. Come to accept the life of an unloved girl. I’ve perfected smiles that are hardly true. I’ve settled in my life of lows and blues. _________ Follow http://instagram.com/writtenbycort… Read More
It was heavy on his mind, wouldn’t allow him to rest or find the peace that seemed to find his wife with ease. Looking at the digital clock on his nightstand, a despondent look fell upon his gentle face as he read ‘3:12 a.m.’. It was becoming like clockwork, made him wonder why he’d even… Read More