And so she escaped into her music. It was the only thing she could do. It forced her to feel the pain she didn’t want to feel. It made her push through that empty feeling, while plunging her deeper into it at the same time. It was an escape, and a prison. It would forever… Continue reading Shattered..
What they didn’t understand was that, it wasn’t that she didn’t love them, and it wasn’t that she didn’t appreciate everything they had done to help her, motivate her, and to try and keep her going, it was that… she wouldn’t survive out there, with them. She needed freedom. She needed life. She needed someone… Continue reading Not all the pretty broken things need cages…
She blamed me for our end. It was my fault she drank so much. I was toxic for her. I was killing her. I was the love of her life and I ruined everything and I was the reason she had turned into a monster. The shell of a human I had loved once. It… Continue reading Memories…
Three years ago my life changed forever. I lost and found the love of my life all in one day. I woke up alone in a hospital room with a brand new little baby and I cried, knowing that this was the end of us forever. She had disappeared. She had taken me to the… Continue reading Happy Birthday Little Lyric. 03.17.15
Today I lost it. And I decided to share it with you all because I feel like sometimes you just have to let people know when you’re struggling. Not because I want you to feel sorry for me, or because I want you to save me. But because I want to know those moments when… Continue reading Today I Lost It
And so she danced like no one was watching and she sang like no one could hear her. And she closed her eyes, and she kissed your lips, and she said goodbye. And when she finally opened her eyes, you were gone. Not a memory, but a dream, a nightmare she’d had once, of what… Continue reading The Storm Diaries
I found her on the bathroom floor… I woke up and she was gone. Again. “She’s at the bar. I’m sure she’ll call me soon.” I thought, as I climbed out of bed. Sick from the night before. My feet hit the hardwood floor but something wasn’t right. There were little drops of blood on… Continue reading Because I Loved Her… right…?