The Grave

The pain is endless. Holding on to life has become harder than ever. I am no melodramatic being, I have my emotions, I am not consistent of darkness, nor am I someone who would like to be the top priority of everyone. I have a few people to hold on to, but when the ties... Continue Reading →



I am a woman. I laugh, I cry, I feel and I know. I'm not a doll. Not a toy. I am to be respected, to be loved and to be cared for. At times I might be fragile and emotional, but my capacity to overcome the deepest sorrows is impossible for the human nature.... Continue Reading →


A man who is donating his belongings, will only give the amount that will be reduced from his possession, but he will still be able to sustain himself, and his lifestyle. We only donate what we really don't need. We place a certain amount in our minds, free to let other's take pleasure of it,... Continue Reading →


I don't exactly remember the first time I touched a blade to have a talk with it, because most of the times I chose to take use of it I was blacked out and lost. Although I remember me in my young age , sitting in my old house of my hometown and just having... Continue Reading →


I've tasted death several times, but this right here was something different. It wasn't cleaning up my wounds and watching them slowly heal over time. This was watching my sister worried at the end of the hospital hallway, it was looking at my mums face that was a bit confused and at my father's ignorance,... Continue Reading →

A Freak

She had been running away from me for a very long time. Sometimes I found her in the lost desert of depression and sometimes I found ┬áher in the skies of sadness. Her home would change very often; at times she would dive in the deep ocean of madness and swim to the edge of... Continue Reading →


I know you love him. You're lost in yourself and you're hopeless when it comes to him, you fade and you struggle with all the memories, all the things that remind you of him and you are afraid of whoever tries to come in your circle.  You're scared that someone will scar you again like... Continue Reading →

Death bed

So many people, so many faces, all those stories based on a reality. Everyday life is just ordinary. It's normal to wake up every morning, being able to breathe and live on.  But every single person will be burried one day, and becoming one with mother earth. In our lives we have many milestones, that... Continue Reading →


My mascara is black and it is claimed to be waterproof. I laugh on that. Waterproof. As I wipe the tears rushing down my cheeks, and spot a black liquid all over my cold fingers. This is a bad joke.  But apparently my life had gotten used to make bad jokes at me, where I... Continue Reading →

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