Sitting in my bedroom, feeling doomed.
Hands on the keyboard, feeling sore.
Screaming in my head, feeling dead.
Wishing i could get it out, feeling drowned.
Why isn't this working? Feeling thirsty.
I'm thirsty for love, feeling lonely.
I need serious help, feeling lost.
Someone please help me, feeling scared.
I can't do this anymore, feeling tired.
I'm tired of crying, feeling depressed.
I've forgotten what it feels like, feeling nostalgic.
I should be happy, feeling nothing.
they ask me why i do it. isnt it obvious?
but i just reply 'because.'
the truth is, i feel as if dragging a blade across my wrist will solve my starvation of art when my creativity is sucked dry.
i cant help it
its a cycle that circles me around and around until i feel empty
itll take time to heal
but for now i will follow my patterens i am familiar with because
Could you ever keep your desk this clear? Maybe if there was another desk right next to it for piles of stuff! 😉We can dream though and this is such an inspiring starting point. 🌵🎨
👉Tag a friend who amazes you with her organizational skills. 💕
#pirldaily 📷: @boutiquevestibule