Every day is a struggle.
So many pieces broken
So many words I've choked in.
Never the leader never the one always looking but never finds.
I am empty I am cold.
I am just one tormented soul.
Promising the voices I will not fucking cry anymore but I always lose the battle against that salty water.
I see the colors dancing before my teary eyes and I wished for this time to be just that, then they reach for me one more time and I know it will be an endless dark night.
Why won't they let me go? Why must they feed off my pain? I tell them I don't want to cry anymore, they tell me there is no escape from this endless lonely night and with these demons I must learn to dance.
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Ruby Castellanos
I enjoy looking into a dark part of my Insides & I find beauty in sadness,
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I used to experience disturbing paranormal events as a teenager, but thankfully they stopped as I grew older. When I was around 20 years old, I started having vivid nightmares and episodes of sleep paralysis when sleeping in my bedroom at home. I would wake up unable to move, feeling a heavy pressure on my chest, and see terrifying visions of shadowy figures approaching me. My parents told me it was just sleep paralysis, but it kept happening frequently and felt very real.
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