rutakingurmeds

Are taking you your meds? Mom asks. As if taking these little things isn’t dehumanizing enough. As if taking them is as easy as it seems. As if they are working for me. As if I will ever get better. As if I will ever stop envying people who envy me because apparently suffering is …

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dementia

my phone forgot your name my heart thinks otherwise (one of which stopped ringing) sometimes i’d let my phone die, and i envied it.

shadow

Even my own shadow left me at my darkest time © 2016, Quiyet Brul

00:00

Never ever try writing a poem past midnight; you will drown with million thoughts. © 2016, Quiyet Brul

oo1

I fought civil wars in bed © 2016, Quiyet Brul

1.3

you throw away knives, pencil sharpeners, and forks; all gone but fingernails too jagged, too weak to dig beneath the skin you continue to chew to get further in, careless about the dirt living under it's better this way you tell yourself and you accept the lie until you see your reflection wearing another's skin so strange, …

A Set of Eyes

Momma, I'm not pretty enough. I will one day be left behind Unwanted. Momma, I’ll never be able to express myself. I’m a balloon that loses its air unnoticeably. Emotionless. Formless. Lifeless. Momma, I am scared that all I will feel is devastation, brought on by the hurricane of emotions to which there is no …