it goes like— it hurts. you can’t hear me through the gasping breaths, and so you ask “what?” “it hurts.” but i can’t hear me through my beating heart. and i start to believe that it wouldn’t be so bad if it didn’t beat anymore. my mother tells me that happiness is […]
Tag: depression
Love letter to the girl with the broken heart
It has or will happen to us all at least once (and most, more than once, if we are so lucky) in our lives, and it’s a pain that can’t be replicated— further, that no one would ever wish to replicate. To hear that it will be okay is the biggest insult of all, and […]
She Asked Me How I Felt
In a little, sterile, white-walled hospital room. I could feel the needle inside of my vein Keeping me hydrated, alive. The drowsiness of the overdose Clouded my ability to make sense of the question. And so, I wondered if she meant the IV in my arm. “It hurts like a bitch,” I reported, exhausted, […]