thearmedpoet

“The way the trees line the winding roads, the way the autumn leaves turn before they fall. It’s how excited my dog gets when I come home, and it’s how pretty I feel when I put on makeup. It’s when a great song comes on and I get to jam out in the car. It’s when I buy some colorful, new pens. Its warm bubbly feeling I get when my boyfriend says something sweet, and the sense of pride I have when I do something right. It’s the little things in life that keep me going. It’s the little things that show me the light.”

.The Armed Poet. #ItsTheLittleThings #Selfcare #lightinthedarkness

“Empty like a bottle with a hole in the bottom, all contents have been drained.
As dark as the night sky is when the moon is hidden from view.
Ice cold like the Arctic Ocean in the dead of winter.
This is what it feels like when all hope is lost.”

.The Armed Poet.

“I used to rip open my skin with razor blades, hoping to find some answers in the blood that spilled out. Now I rip it open, hoping to feel pain I should feel from not having any answers.”

.The Armed Poet.
#MySymptoms