God never showed up. Now, I believe that he left long ago.
I have been taught that love, and trust are often illusions that few can maintain, and even fewer truly possess.
Ink is soothing to my soul. On paper, on skin, as art, ink is my oldest friend.
For my child who is living, I remain strong to build a life for you.
For my child who is dead, I live in anguish for a life I will never see you live.
I am finally learning how to take the bricks you threw at me and make them into a path beneath my feet.
My body is always at war with itself. Fighting illness and pain. I have learned to look the other way, unless it screams too loud to ignore.
I am not crazy. I am broken and afraid. Are you intelligent enough to see the difference?
Mental illness is not a joke. You pretend it is an annoying monkey throwing shit around. It is really a ravenous lion you are always trying to lock up.
I was a dog, always loyal, hoping for scraps of affection at your feet.
I am now a wolf. A fighter, beautiful, strong, relentless, wild, and not to be underestimated.
I am human therefore I will fail. But a fire inside of me smolders It never gives up. Therefor I will rise.
I have had enough drama, and I’ve carried enough pain. I am done.
I travel through movies, and books to worlds unlike our own to escape. Sometimes bourbon and music work too. Don’t judge me for escaping, because sometimes, so do you.
My heart is raw, and my brain is tired. My emotions are bleeding for all to see. I hate the attention. Can I hit delete? I post it because I know that there are people like me.
I can’t have more children, and I don’t really like them. But I felt so worthless and unloved when they ripped out my uterus, and you left me alone. I would have had more children for you, if I could have.
Everyone is undeniably messed up at some point in their life. But what you do with it makes you a coward, or a king. Or maybe you are just the jester. Enjoy wearing your stupid hat.
This woman takes the crown. I choose to be a King.