I can’t 



I  can’t function 

I can’t breathe 

Got the wind knocked out of me

A trip down memory lane

He took me back to great pain 

I hurt
My heart bleeds

My head is spinning 

I’m on my knees

Please Dear Lord grant me another day
Guide me through this darkness once again

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Published by: her mourning coffee

Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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