Daughter of a New York Taxi driver

My dad has been driving a yellow cab around NYC for the past twenty-five years. The yellow vehicle has become his second home; even though it’s a color I despise. He came to the US when he was twenty years old with approximately 100 dollars in his pocket. He has his own James Bond story, …

Trapped in Between

More than dying I was afraid of living Afraid of being something afraid of not being something afraid of loving afraid of being loved afraid of hurting afraid of breaking afraid of accepting afraid of rejecting afraid of falling afraid of flying afraid of being afraid of not being afraid of forgetting afraid of remembering …

Hidden messages

How can you possibly sayEverything's going to be okay?Little do you knowPieces of me are aching to let go. My mind is shattering, and here I amEscaping myself all over again. Pick me upLove me the sameEnd this hatredAnd this never-ending gameSave me from myselfErase this pain. InsecureMisunderstood DamagedRejectedOppressedWreckedNeglectedIgnoredNumbGuilty Or all of the above? (First …

Destroying myself

Please don’t yell at meI don’t know how to reactjust take a knife and slice my heartmaybe it wouldn’t hurt as bad. I’m not as strong as you areI easily tend to breakyou can’t just throw salt on my woundsand say it was a mistake. I don’t know why I am like thiswhy my mind …

The perks of Anxiety

I'm always prepared for every situation. You know how there are different dimensions in the world with different possibilities. Like in one dimension I'm might be a successful author, while in another one I might not have anxiety. I would choose the second option over and over again. But regardless, in my mind I'm prepared …