I Hear You

My sweet friend. You don’t have to tell me. I can see it in your smile. Or lack of smile. I can see you are struggling. Drowning. The waves of mental illness push you down every time your feet graze the soft sand. The wave of emotion comes at you like a tsunami. You get …

Sunset Eyes

There is a fire in your eyes. The veins of light that glow in bright orange mixed up with a vibrant red as you face the sun with heavy eyelids. The shadows flash by with a stark contrast. Almost like tv static flashing in and out of dark and light. The heat from the sun …

I am the Moon

I am the moon There is a part of me you will never see. A part so dark that even the faintest light will never reach. Claimed but never owned. A space occupied by incredible darkness.   I am the stars. A billion thoughts all at once. Each one both alive and dead at the same time. …

Over What Weight?

I don’t accept my body. I don’t love my body. I don’t even like my body. In fact, I’m embarrassed of how I look. I’ve convinced myself that I will never be considered for the job I want because of my weight. I fully believe that I will never find a man who loves me …

My Brain is Sick

My brain is sick. Very sick. I hate to admit that. It’s not physical. You can’t hear me falling apart. You can’t see the lack of chemicals. There is no evidence of the life I live aside from the stories I tell and the art I create. There is no way to know I’m telling …