I am
Broken single mother
Disconnected lover
Slow motion dresser
Dark secret confessor
White flag trend
Professional dead end

Waking up breaks my heart.
Getting dressed breaks my arms.
Joining the crowd breaks my legs.
Letting someone in...does me in.

I am convinced that people that commit suicide do it not only to end their pain but to hurt those people who, though they say they love them, have always treated their pain and illness as an inconvenience to their own lives.

Moonlight filtered in through the blinds illuminating their bedroom, but the bright glow couldn’t penetrate the darkness that surrounded her heart.

Maybe tranquility is the dirt under my nails. I know it's there but I never feel like digging it out.

My psychiatrist said I had charisma so at least I'm certified