A lost mind, locked inside cracking with emotion. I've tried living freely, that's simply not me. I can't reinvent myself.

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A lost mind, locked inside cracking with emotion. I've tried living freely, that's simply not me. I can't reinvent myself.
A great fatigue: this stagnant point in my poisoned body. My corpse-like face nothing to you, my love. I was surviving.
I remained enveloped in darkness, a depraved wretch of despair. My creation of delirium, such ravings of insanity.
The sad thing is you seem determined to produce such humiliation in me.
Women risk their health and suffer painful effect for an obsession on plastic surgery and bodies of beauty, to be a breeding stock in human courtship.
Her authentic might have been lost. She would tell him what he liked - it would be enough, it was almost certainly love.
You seek happiness, but allow tranquility to be absorbed by gloom and melancholy.
The panic was starting, I didn't recognize myself, I lost all trace of me, that young woman is a ghost.
This pain, it will be permanent not constant. You won't die but you won't banish it.
We couldn't undo the past, it was true. You're just afraid you did not know how to forget that place in your life.