When it gets late (or Early)

Sometimes I just can't sleep. Too  much on my plate, on my mind or sometimes just the ghosts of the past keep me up. It can get to be a lot. And as I don't currently have a boyfriend, nor someone to talk to in the early hours of the morning so I write. Granted … Continue reading When it gets late (or Early)



Smile. That’s all they say to do these days. And I’m trying. Hell I’m trying so hard. But I’m a little more than a little unsteady. But it’s not easy. And they’re not me. They don’t see the tears that are falling my heart that’s hurting my scars. Because I hide them. I hide them … Continue reading Unsteady