Can’t breathe won’t breathe don’t breathe in dumb weight of other people’s opinions can’t breathe won’t breathe don’t breathe over and...

What do I really want – but 2 descend into despair that no there where weary hearts sip comfort from I don’t care laid bare as—I swear— e...

come to me with something more than your woes so this heart too can breathe

No one wants to hear my truth. Not even myself, as I wallow in it’s a pity, self-pity: Should I pity party or pity anyone who doubts my...

I felt sorry for myself - a sorrow - at being able to clutch at the proverbial straws, making out that this life had a point at all. I...