To a generation of healers

Tormented, anxious Depression & rispredon Addiction, grief, misadventure I’m still on the bright side Sometimes we face the call inside of us Life want us to change It was August and I was bright To a generation of healers Hold on to limits, lilies & the dark

September: For a scattered soul

I’ve never spent September’s nights in hospital before, I sleep in room number 3 with 5 patients with me, every one of them has its own unique story. I’m crying again, I remembered how horribly I’m living, no one gives me a helping hand, reversely they’re trying to vanish every breath of me. My goalContinue reading “September: For a scattered soul”