Barbed on my heart – 2

Drip, drip – red dots On white surface of the sink. Washing away my pain. Spike after spike From my bleeding flesh I’m pulling it out. Barbed of memories, Deep barbed of believes - One by one – away! Tears of sharp pain, I still have flashbacks at nights. I need to pull it out. My opened wound, This bleeding, hurting meat When it will be over? Waiting, pulling out, slowly, one by one…   
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First blog post. Let’s begin

First blog post. Let’s begin

   Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about life, trying to analyze feelings, causes and life-views. All my life I tried to be nice to people, I couldn’t really hurt anyone or to be mean. And yet, there are people who blames me for being hurt. But how is that fair? Sometimes their happiness is controversial to mine. It doesn’t make me an evil person, so I finally want to stop worrying about it, because I spent so much time thinking about others over myself. Of course, you need to think of others, but not to a degree, where you lose yourself. That is my first step to be an independent person again. This is not my duty to make everyone happy. And there is nothing snobby about that. I…
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