"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
No more hiding...No more will I use ink,Besides blood flowing on this page from my wounded body.Lacerations I must reveal hoping others see,And,Save themselves from suffering the same fate.Because,There's enough pain pulsating across a spirit we're all bound to feel,And,I'd rather lead others down a path where they can heal...If I must die alone,Then,So be... Continue Reading →
Reaching the end of the last chapter in a book with a sequel to come is,Bittersweet to say the least.And,Here we are.At our mountain's edge,Just to climb back down,And,Scale the next.In a sense,Never can we grow tired of a story up to us to write as long as we change our pace.Say grace!All while being... Continue Reading →
A band-aid can only hold on for so long.The wound may close up halfway after being worn after quite some time,But,Eventually,It'll be soaken entirely.Every corner discolored by a mistake too late to undo…Those who can't afford a replacement,What do they do?Bleed out until an infection occurs without any access to medicine?Surround themselves by doctors in... Continue Reading →
I guess I don't feel embarrassment because,I've done what I've done as a means of survival.Sure,I can definitely apologize to many others I've hurt,But,That's not possible when you're not given the opportunity to do so… So,What's left?What are you supposed to do to atone for that?Am I supposed to feel sorry for myself and inflict... Continue Reading →
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