I promised. I swore with a broken voice that my hands would never become knives against myself. But the night… the night dragged me by the wrists. The pills went quiet, my chest screamed. And I gave in. » Continue Reading
Ah, love… They say it’s beautiful, right? That it blossoms, that it heals, that it gives meaning. They say it comes with flowers, smiles, promises. That it’s an embrace, a home, a peace. But… no one warns you that it also bleeds. No one tells you it gets sick. That it weighs, that it suffocates, that it rips the air right out of your lungs. No one talks about the tast » Continue Reading