White walls


I long for the missed connection I used to have. I mourn the closeness that could of been. I wish we had time and life gave break. I would share everything with you. Every secret. Every trauma. My darkness to shed light on the why. You might of given me peace and solace. I would protect you from your sheltered life, but you are afraid. You fear my truth. You can’t comprehend my pain and resilience. The me once trapped, now roams the wild. You desire it yet can’t handle the truth so you settle in the comfort of prediction.

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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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