2 If my life were a show, it would be incomprehensible. It would be strange. It would be panic. It would be anger. It would be silent. It would be deafening. It would be a clear ink stain. It would be graphite. It would be hysterical laughter. It would be bipolar. It would be heartbreaking. It woul...Read more

1 If life were a great show, I think it would be better not to be the protagonist. Perhaps I would be less out of place as an extra or a spectator. But I'm hungry for applause and smiles. I'm thirsty for glances. Even the worst, the judgmental ones. If life were a show, I would kill and bleed jus...Read more

I am light and free Dancing in the air, without a care Vibrant wings, a light heart A whirlwind of colors, a carefree flight I feel the sun on my back, the wind in my wings Life is a game, an eternal chase I chase the light, my shadow never reaches me I am a moment of pure joy I hear the world aro...Read more

I want to scream. I feel the weight of the chains, invisible but real. A dull thud, a muffled cry. I'm tired of being the victim, the guilty one. Of being the woman, the weak one, the fragile one. I'm tired of being touched, without consent. Of being looked at, without respect. I'm tired of being ...Read more

My cheeks hurt But it's a bearable pain, it fades into the background. I'm ridiculous, I realize it. But this only makes the noise worse. A tear rolls down my face and wets my cheekbone before falling onto the pillow. I feel nothing else. Now I don't even remember when I started laughing.

People argue about the glass being half empty and half full. Bringing pros and cons to defend and promote their own views. Well, I'm none of these. And I don't care if people don't agree. If they gave me a glass full of water. It wouldn't matter how much was in it. I'd only think about the glass. ...Read more

If there was any justice in the world, I probably wouldn't be here, with runny mascara. Writing in my phone's notes. If there was any justice in the world, or fate, or karma, or God, or whatever you want to call it, I probably wouldn't be here. I wouldn't cry. I wouldn't scream. I wouldn't cut.

New Year's Eve is a bit like a game, A time of celebration, A bit of chaos and noise, But behind the lights and fireworks, There's always someone looking for a new beginning. The streets are full of people dancing, Glasses are raised, time seems to stand still, But amidst the noise and confusion, ...Read more

The old year is gone, Taking with it my shattered hopes, Another cycle closes, Another failure, another disappointment. The party lights are out, Laughter is just a distant memory, Silence is my only companion, As the new year approaches, With its empty promises.

I am a cloud, Light and free in the sky. I move with the wind, An endless journey. I am a dream of vapor, An illusion of form. You appear and disappear, Leaving only a memory. But in my brief passage, I bring rain and sunshine. A touch of magic, A kiss of nature. And when I dissolve, In the infi...Read more

I burn, Slowly, A fire burns. The wax melts, A destiny of light and ash. My heart is a flame, That burns with passion. I illuminate the darkness But my time is limited, My light will go out. And when I disappear So with my hope The darkness will return.

Why people can't just stay silent? Forever. Shut the fuck up. Silence everything, even the judgments they think That move their gaze, That criticize That scream That kill. Without mersy.

I think I have a problem. Perhaps it was the words of others that made me believe it. Or perhaps I already knew it in my heart. I'd really like to understand what it is. This weight on my mind. But I'm afraid. Because doing all this would be like admitting that there really is a problem.

I try to calm down, I swear. I try to breathe, Not to cry, Not to scream, Not to go crazy, Not to cut, Not to talk, To live But then I explode. And I'm the hypocrite, The spoiled child, The unpleasant one, The exaggerated one, The weird one, The one with a problem. And I don't know if it's out of l...Read more

Christmas is like a nagging refrain, It haunts me with its songs and its sentimentality, And I can no longer hear of love and happiness.