I Feel Alone

Staring at the shadow soaked ceiling
Lost in my thoughts
They overwhelm me
Questions of what ifs and whys
Compete for headspace

Trista – Part 1

“I don’t hate myself,” she whispered as she stare at her fingertips.  The purple nail polish she had painted on them mere hours ago was already chipped and faded.  In her entire life, she could not remember a time where she had not scuffed her freshly painted nails almost immediately.  “Ok.  It is not hate, […]