Snizzlefish

Snizzlefish Jan 2016

Standing on the edge of an abyss within herself she looks down at its depth.
She's afraid of the free fall.
But she's more afraid to stay.

#fear #loss #uncertainty

Snizzlefish Jan 2016

Consent

One of the scariest things in life, is slowly watching yourself become a statistic without your consent.

#ramblings #musings

Jan 2016

Death by Daydream

May I Just Say...

May I just say, I thank God every day for giving me the ability to feel and give love with my whole heart.
I am so grateful that every time something virtuous happens in my life, I can appreciate it and grasp the wonderfulness with complete emotion.
I think this is the one thing I am most blessed with.

But it is also the one thing that I am cursed with

Not only does my heart feel love and care with its entirety, it also feels sadness and fear to an extreme level, which unfortunately is a much stronger emotion than love. I intensely and deeply feel pain to the point where it overcomes every part of my mind, body and soul.

*Im scared of how much I can feel...

#love #heart #pain #sadness #scared #emotion #strong #deep #feel #extreme

Snizzlefish Jan 2016

From A Mother 1/13/15

I asked my mother, tears pouring my eyes, "How many times can a heart survive being broken?"
She smiled softly, patting my hair and said, "Until the day it no longer has to. After all, why would it keep letting people break it if it found the one that holds its pieces together?"

My mom.
She always smells like lavender.
She holds me close as my heart trails down my face & splatters on the kitchen floor.

My mom.
All she offers is comfort.
And there is nothing I need more.

#loss #mom #brokenheart

Snizzlefish Jan 2016

Circling The Drain 12/27/15

Like water through drain.
I can feel myself circling.
Spinning down down down.

You pulled the chain.
And now I'm drowning down down down.
Down into a black hole of self-doubt.
With no way in hell of crawling back out.

#loss #questions #grief #confusion

Jan 2016

Shay

Beauty of Writing

Every day I sit down and begin to open my soul;
I bleed out onto the paper in ink; feelings becoming less whole.
But oh, what a beautiful release from within.
The secrets are out, no longer buried beneath my skin.

#poet #depression #blood #writing #emotion #secrets #confessional #bookworm #avidwriter