Give me a pill for my empty days

For when my heart feels hollow

And my soul seems heavy

Give me a pill to whisk me away from my tunnel

Cold and dark

Bring me light

Give me a pill

Set me free

Till I am weightless


And happy


Beautiful Madness


You are my madness

The kind of crazy I long for

Steady and exciting at same time

Safe and deliriously thrilling all at once

You are my peace

The kind only brought about by a slow day

Uneventful yet satisfying

You are my art

The kind of beauty that stands out

Like the hues of a sunset

Exquisite and truly captivating

You are my love

The beautiful madness in my heart

Run Away

One day, I’ll pack my bags and leave

Not for good but for a while

Leave those that hurt me

Leave people who confuse me

Leave worries and just be

Get up and run away

From my crazy thoughts,

From my intense feelings,

From my insecurities

One day, I’ll run away from being me

30-Day Challenge: Day 3

Favorite Quote

The thing is, I don’t have a favorite quote. I’m not into those inspirational one-liners. I like some here and there but I’ve never had one which I treasured in my heart, one that I use as my driving force. So instead, I’ll share with you two poems that speak to me.

First is…


The second one I read from theglasschild.tumblr.com

“You’re going to be sad.
You’re going to want to scream and punch things. 
Do it.
Let out every ounce of anger you have.
Sit on the floor and cry until you feel numb. 
Listen to songs that make your heart sink to your feet.
Write angry letters to all the people who have broken you, left you, ignored you or hurt you.
Throw your hairbrush at the wall.
Do it twelve times.
Do it until you feel like you can breathe again.

You’re going to be sad.
You’re going to want to hurt yourself.
Don’t you dare do it.
Sit on the floor and watch cartoons like you did when you were little.
Listen to songs that make you want to dance around your bedroom in your underwear at 3 A.M.
Make paper airplanes out of those angry letters and watch them soar into the fireplace.
Brush all the knots out of your hair and say “I am worth it” into the mirror.
Say it twelve times.
Say it until you feel like you can breathe again.

You’re going to be sad.
You’re going to get through it.”

— things i wish i could make you understand