It’s hard, being born a daughter!Sometimes I want to resent my mother,But deep down,I wish she had someome to protect herFrom everything she’s been through,The things, we didn’t talk through,No one should live this, though. When I was younger I thought:« I’ll never be this bitter »I didn’t even know what it meant then I picked that… Poursuivre la lecture My mother’s daughter
Étiquette : depression
Hidden in plain sight
Warmth is that spark,That paints in black,The ghostly surface, Heating my solace.
Rolling on water
I’m taking the trainI know the train is travelling with meIt’s reassuringTo know it’s there to contain me
Dead Walking
I miss the old daysI always live in the pastIf I didn’t have a corpseI wouldn’t even believe i was realI don’t see the point of living such a lifeIt’s only creating memories to dwell in.
Manque et Lamentations (Barbara Ferreres)
Le temps d’un message, j’ai envie, de croire aux mirages ! Que le futur ne soit pas que de passage… Qu’en guide il me partage, comment prendre le large. Ma requête énoncée tout haut, son absurdité me frappe… Une claque au visage, pour celle à qui fut promis, une surveillance renforcée ! Je me demande,… Poursuivre la lecture Manque et Lamentations (Barbara Ferreres)
