“Darkness attracts me, it’s the only time, I can cry in peace.”

She was the scented wilting rose petal that decorated the pages of breaths of someone else.

There is no longer him in her words or heart or mind, finally she is only hers.

She is December with imprinting traces of love daises on white canvas of life.

December will spark the wisdom and knowledge in her breaths so she becomes a new woman in her real form.

Her chilled bones are stolen, to be as guidance and illumination for twisted paths of truth.

Your ego has ruined my honor and happiness.

I crumble into a ball, with the chest pain exploding my soul, the memories and madness is killing me, will you help me?

My ears have started cringing with the amount of whining he does, it leads to my depression.

With tears in my eyes, I wished I had not let them misuse generosity.

My breaths give out the stench of dark black pain, that rooted from the poison you gifted me with love.

My soul transforms itself into a mode of good or bad in direct relation with the way you treat and value me.

To them, I have never mattered. They have always given priority to the money they earned, claiming it was to secure me.

I seek out the good but keep my senses on alert but then there are moments when all I want to do is drown in the sea.

I want to scream and cry until my lungs dry out the air that I breathe, maybe my death would be beneficial to them.

As I pen these words, tears flow from my pained heart onto my trembling lips, and the soul seeks release from daily abuse.

She schools her heart and soul to let go of the pain that she feels or has ever felt or else it will never let her heal and grow.

Come hell or water high you’ll never see me cry this is our last good bye.

I can finally cry and let it be relief. My tears can be my medicine and not my poison.

To cry means that you are feeling as much as you possibly can in that moment and that is exactly what I mean when I say you are alive.

It was so incredible meeting Lady Gaga. I mean I’m gaga for Gaga, literally. We kind of just each flew to each other like magnets after the ceremony ended and we were both just crying and hugging.

He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music.

Pets reflect you like mirrors. When you are happy, you can see your dog smiling and when you are sad, your cat cries.

Nobody lived my life. Nobody cried my tears. So don’t judge me.

It’s times like this when it’s over a year later and I’m still crying over you that I want to turn to you and say: See – This is why I asked you never to kiss me.