“I have survived too much to go quietly.
Let a meteor take me.
Call the thunder for back up.
My death will be grand.
The land will crack,
the sun will eat itself…

-the day I leave.” – Rupi Kuar.

“I have survived too much to go quietly.
Let a meteor take me.
Call the thunder for back up.
My death will be grand.
The land will crack,
the sun will eat itself…

-the day I leave.” – Rupi Kuar.

Sometimes I feel like I’m going mad
Straight losing my mind
If it’s not all the voices in my head
Its the anxious uncertainty of time
Voices honestly wanting me to just pack up everything and leave
The everyday battle of if I can be the woman I’ve been building myself to be
Pressures and insecurities
Pouring out and giving too much of my love
My vulnerability
Ignoring my limits of the things that are too much
People of my past steadily haunting
Years of anger to family that were never there
Constantly absorbing everyone’s negative energy
Pulling out all of my hair
I cannot scream when I want to scream
Their hands keep trying to suffocate me
When I want to get away
my own demons tug at my feet
What if I really lose my mind…

⁃ I really need to find better release

Illustration by: Fatima Seehar
Copyright 2019 Valerie Sanchez

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