My mom always told me not to do drugs, "you'll get addicted"

She also told me not to drink Alcohol, "you will get addicted"

Then, she would say never smoke "you'll get addicted"

When you avoid the possible. You still  find something to get addicted to.

I was trying to find the void of all the bad things. Until, I learned the worst thing I got addicted to was you.

Why did you leave?
Was is it you,
Or was it me?

Was it these people,
The place you have been deceived?
The lies in the walls.
The spurious entity all around.

I tried to hold on to you when I discovered your extent. So I moved a little close but you coward away. Maybe, just maybe it was me. The reason you were so persistent not to s  t  a y.

bruised forearm, and broken heart. I was denial that this would start.

You smiled my way and fed me sweet lies. The second we were alone that's when I wanted to die.

The screeching was heard through the plexiglass but it never left these four walls. You kept me trapped.

SHAKING became the only h u m a n l y thing that I posses.

You kidnapped my heart I was t r a p p e d.
I should have listened to the signs. Like when you questioned me a hundred times about my guy friend.

Maybe, if I would have notice you were so belligerent. I would still be here.
But, I am gone.
And you feel like you have done nothing          w r o n g

To the spirits I come
Away from the flesh of existence
And know everything I am
Exist somewhere in another form
although that form is conscious
It is not really human

To the shadows I form
and know this shadow is merely me
Using another anatomy
lurking behind the door
Until you can't see me no more
I exist as darkness and give it meaning

To the light I go
The only light I'll ever know
That gives my soul existence
and my spirit soon follows
away from this rotting corpse
This corpse we think is ourselves

Broken homes
And shattered lives
Sorrow roams thick
In many of our own lives
Some people hearts
Mend
Others stay hollow
Emptiness
Resides

After the false promises, disappointment...

I am finally starting..

This Unwantedly feeling..

No girl can be princess...

But only a warrior!

Struggling Or not

She must fight her own battles!

And perhaps never waltz
with her true Prince Charming.


11:06 pm.Tuesday, 5th , July, 2016.

Two accounts?
I have thought of doing the same thing
I feel restrained at times
I don't like to offend the religious
Or like minded friends of any kind
Although perhaps I do...
I like writing all different styles
From inspirational to very dark
From philosophical 2 fantasy
From spiritual to atheists and in between
What I've noticed quickly in writing circles
Is a lot of people think that you can only write dark or light.
Yet my definition of creativity has a larger wider span
And a bottomless depth....

Your heart beats
between the walls
of your shattering chest.
I swear,
it sounds just like thunder,
and in your eyes,
I see rainstorms,
mixed with
catastrophic hurricanes.