You told me it would never happen; now it seems I ought to repair my eyes, Because it appears I’m becoming short sighted, you’re taking a step back each time I blink. Before my vision started getting weary I could see where this was escalating to. I may be overreacting but I feel like I’ve been washed out to sea, hang out to dry. Would you notice if I walked out of your life? Perhaps I could find substitute, or simply just mould a replicate of the memory I have left of you. The term ‘Best… Continue

She carefully conceals her bleak flaws putting on the same mask she used yesterday. Never content with the way she is, or the way the blinds droop from the ceiling. She’d rather not face another day, not today, not tomorrow.



The people here are unkind and unreceptive, reluctantly acknowledging her existence. You’re suffering from slight depression and mild delusion so… Close your eyes and shut your mouth girl, there’s no reason to be here anymore. Expression through art,… Continue