It torments me. Breaks my tattered heart in unrecognizable pieces Tears my soul and sets each forgotten piece aflame. This demon of a life; this black shadow that won’t stop running after me till I am nothing but dust, till I am forced to end this ****** charade with my defenseless hands.
I cannot live like this anymore I cannot let it consume me and I would readily trade my erratic self with anyone who can give me a stable day without these kaleidoscopic events.
30.09.2014 I've been reading a lot of Sylvia Plath's work lately and all I can say is I find a deep connection with her.