Meth and sight
I love my glasses they help me see so well but then I looked in the mirror I couldn’t see clearer but the fear in my eyes left covered with a glossy hue I felt like I was the boss standing ten feet tall the words were crawling out of my mouth trying to keep up with my brain the strain in my heart is overwleming the world is art I don’t need my heart so I give it up for darts I stab them in my head 1, 2, 3, I could never go to bed my eyes can’t close so I say goodbye to those who can I can take over the world buy it with pennies and pearls right up until the crash why does it always come so fast my mind is slow my energy is low I sleep for hours I probably should take a shower but I don’t think I could I don’t try and I can’t cry in their something wrong with me maybe it’s better if I can see but these glasses don’t make this pain go away It was just in my heart; now it’s in my brain. The strain, please go away. I should’ve known better, but now I have to pay. I guess the pearls ran out. The thought of food makes me want to hurl, but I can’t stop eating. I could stop myself if I wanted to, but this is the only thing that helps me feel a release from this pain. Why are you in my brain? Go back to the start, go back to my heart.
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Hi there!
I just started reading your story Ashes in the Stars, and it completely captured my heart. Every scene is written so beautifully that it felt magical especially the way you blend emotion, longing, and cosmic imagery to explore deep feelings and connections. Your writing pulled me in from the very first lines.
I’d love to share it with a few friends who would appreciate it just as much. Can’t wait to see more of your amazing work! You can also find me on Instagram: @lizziedoesitall.
Thank you for creating such a heartfelt story!