MPD.

Photo credits : http://ryan.li/show.php?cat=5&p=51 Multiple Personality Disorder;   Multiple Personality Disorder is you hating Justin Bieber and One Direction in the presence of your friends while having a couple of their songs on your Ipod. Multiple Personality Disorder is you clicking the glasses cheers! When you alcohol makes you nauseous. Multiple Personality Disorder is you…

Chaotic Chants.

He came to her, held her hand through the seemingly endless conversation, pulled her close and planted a kiss on her right cheek and said, “ I love you”.   Then came the other, he walked endless miles with her, sang to her in her sleep, pulled her close and planted a kiss on her…

Scared of Lonely.

And then he said, “stay. Please?”   He held her hand.  She felt the grip on her heart.   She looked into his eyes.   She can see it in his eyes.   She knows that he doesn’t think her smile is like sunshine, that her walk is earth real, that her eyes twinkle like…

Eulogy.

I’ll tell you what happens. You take the fucking bait. You take and you swallow the damn thing. You watch in awe as you’re reeled out of water and as you lie there like an ugly fish struggling – those last few minutes between dying and death. Except, unlike the fish’s, yours is fucking prolonged….

The Drama Queen

“How are you feeling now?” she asks, “Tell me darling, I’ll be there for you” She says. And then you do exactly that. Tears run down your cheeks as you struggle to find words to describe the soul draining, inexplicable, suffocating pain that cripples you from within. You say how you feel. The hurt. The…