other days

Some days I can’t find the words to tell you all the ways I am barely breathing. Some days I don’t have words to explain the panic attack that forced me to remain indoors and to shut out the world for it was the only option I had to regain my breath and remember how…

a life called survival

i didn’t ask to be taken like that, all young, innocent and easily-broken into any mold of life they offered or insisted upon. i never wanted to be shaped to become the easy play-thing they desired, on any given day. i didn’t change to make life harder for you, or for them, or for me.…