When the ache is too much, it has to get out.

I laid in my bed crying. I had laid there for weeks, crying. I could feel something in my chest pressing to get out. I had no idea what it was. All I knew is I had to get it out. I tried writing, I tried screaming, I tried rationalizing. I tried to blame my… Continue reading When the ache is too much, it has to get out.

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Some Days

Some days are much harder then others. They tell you to smile through the pain. To keep your eyes focused on the beautiful life before you. That you are so strong. Fuck them. Spend countless days in bed. Let your struggles pour from your eyes. Fall to your knees because you are to weak to… Continue reading Some Days