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I'm creative. I'm passionate. Art is my therapy. Music is my first love.
Interests: God, music, art, writing, books, cats, nature, movies, chocolate.
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(Verse 1) I put on a smile, Pretending that everything’s okay, But I’m just fooling myself, I’m falling apart, From a broken heart. (Pre-chorus) I never asked for much, Only to be accepted, To be loved unconditionally. (Chorus) But you never did, You showed me, Exactly who I was to... Continue reading
Posted Dec 26, 2018 at Park Bench Therapy
I can’t sleep tonight, I’m lying awake, Too tired of the fight, I can feel myself break. In the end of the day, I was nothing to you, I thought you would stay, But your love was never true. Your actions spoke louder, Then the words you said, You crushed... Continue reading
Posted Dec 26, 2018 at Park Bench Therapy
Monsters aren’t real. That’s what the world tells us, what our parents always say when we’re children afraid of something under our beds or closets. But their wrong. Monsters are real, and ghosts are too. I should know because my father was a paranormal investigator. He was famous and all... Continue reading
Posted Dec 14, 2018 at Park Bench Therapy
She cried as she hung up the phone, barely breathing as the ache in her soul continued to spread. Everyone told her he wasn’t good enough for her, that he was immature and a child playing games. But the thing was, she liked the games. And even though he was... Continue reading
Posted Nov 28, 2018 at Park Bench Therapy
The world sees her, And they say she’s crazy, Her high standards, Her intensity, Her don’t fuck with me attitude, Makes her a bad girl. But they don’t know her at all, In a world full of fakers, She’s the Harley Quinn, In a world full of Louis Lanes, Going... Continue reading
Posted Nov 28, 2018 at Park Bench Therapy
No one saw it coming. It came without warning. One moment, the world was loud and thriving, and the next… Silence. It was November 14th, 2018 when the event took place. At the time, life was going on like normal. Everyone was getting ready for the holiday season, Thanksgiving then... Continue reading
Posted Nov 20, 2018 at Park Bench Therapy
“I will not cause pain without allowing something new to be born, says the LORD.” –Isaiah 66:9 All I want, all I’ve ever wanted, was to just belong somewhere. But I guess being the outcast never allows you to belong anywhere, it’s like a curse really. You’re forever shunned by... Continue reading
Posted Oct 23, 2018 at Park Bench Therapy
I am damaged, The darkness covers me like a blanket, It is both my lover and my enemy, I’m afraid that if I sever this bond, I will bleed to death. I look at myself in the mirror, All I see is who I’m not supposed to be, But who... Continue reading
Posted Oct 15, 2018 at Park Bench Therapy
Oh Lord you are my saving grace, I look to you for comfort, You are my shield and my safe haven. Though no tears sting my eyes, My heart cries out in pain, My enemies seek to destroy me, They lurk in the shadows, Watching me crawl, As they mercilessly... Continue reading
Posted Oct 15, 2018 at Park Bench Therapy
My brain is a dark place, Where some of my fanities reside, The door is always open, I enter like a warm welcome home. People don't understand, The horrors and tragidies here, All they want to see is the beauty, Which is only a mask for the real me. My... Continue reading
Posted Oct 8, 2018 at Park Bench Therapy
Hey everybody! Sorry its been so long since I've written here on this blog. Life has been hectic as I'm sure it has been for the rest of you. School started, winter is coming, and so is all the major events that con-inside with autumn. But that's not why I... Continue reading
Posted Sep 20, 2018 at Park Bench Therapy
Dinnertime was indeed one of the strangest times I had encountered upon my arrival. For starters, there was arranged seating from those with minor mental illnesses, to the most sever cases, which they had to be hand fed. But even that wasn’t the strangest thing; no it was the women... Continue reading
Posted Sep 10, 2018 at Park Bench Therapy
The Monastic Asylum, philosophically the word monastic relevant to those who are dedicated and exercise spiritual perfection to become like Jesus Christ. But it was not a sanctuary, nor was it holy. No, it was masked by the evil of the Devil himself. Such is the nature of mankind, as... Continue reading
Posted Sep 8, 2018 at Park Bench Therapy
I must’ve heard my story a hundred times, And each time it brings me back, To times I wish I could forget, To pains I thought were gone, But you can’t run from your past, No matter how much you cover it up. I look at these photographs, Of an... Continue reading
Posted Aug 29, 2018 at Park Bench Therapy