SCIFREAK

"It doesn't hurt anymore." "...and how do you feel about it?" "I don't feel sad or happy. I feel nothing." "Isn't that a good thing?"...

"Will you ever forgive me?" "Can you give back my life? All those lost years. Can you erase my scars? Those painful reminders. Can you...

I looked into his eyes, With a distorted sense of reality, His innocent eyes, Gazed back into my soul, As if burning away my sins, His...

"Look at yourself. You look pathetic." "Do I, though?" as he slowly kisses the back of his blood-soaked palm. "I can't believe you did...

"Do you remember me?" "I wish I was capable of forgetting." "So you remember the curse that you bear." "Yes." "And the killings of the...

"You taught me how to fly, then cut my wings as I soared in the sky." "I am sorry, I didn't mean to." "Your apologies. That's all I get...

I've always despised running away. Why can't I face those adversities head on? Lately, this idea seems to be flawed. Maybe I am choosing...

"The disease, it's spreading." "How much?" "I am more of the disease and less of myself."

Let me dance, to this cacophony. I'll place my feet elegantly, sway my arms swiftly, arch my back gently, submitting myself to this...

"You see, my dear boy, I am not meant to be caged." "No. Wh...why do you get to choose that?" "This world needs me, don't you think?...

How do I know you're not me? And when I'll be done with pulling your guts out, contorting your neck, tearing your flesh, will I be saved?...

Where am I? I see an endless roof. My chest feels heavy, gasping for air. Am I drenched in sweat? Everything feels moist. Oh. It's blood....

The hardest part of coping is acceptance. The reason it's hard is that it rejects the entire narrative that you had laid out for...

The walls of my home speak to me. I grew up under their watch. Now, I only return as a guest. They know this. They know I can't stay....

What pain are you hiding, behind those pretty eyes? It's getting too heavy lately, isn't it? What have you left unspoken, biting those...

I wish being strong was an option and not a necessity.

This world reeks of so much pain, sometimes I feel like happiness is nothing but a delusion.

I had been drowning for so long, I can't remember how to breathe, now that I can.

Something to hold on to. Anything to hold on to. It's slipping away. Or is it my strength, That's slipping away? What scares me is not...

We tend to seek pain. Because pain has been the only constant thing. We know it inside out. Everyone leaves, but not pain. Pain is...