Author: MataHariDancing

An experienced marketer for 16+ years, ironically writing for passion took a back seat as I continued prioritizing work-related writing over personal composition. I finally started this blog...dry close to my heart as I am using this platform not just for creative expression but also for starting a conversation on mental health...

I am…

I am dark, destitute in my emotion I am queer, a prostitute in my affliction I am chained, a soul with no heart and no dignity I am madness personified, cheating my own morality. I prefer to be hated, tortured and absolutely nothing less I want you to crush me, stab me and be painfully…

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My Mind…

My mind is obscure, profoundly impure My heart is tormented, silent, insecure My breathing is challenged with particles of misery Searching desperately… salvation is a mystery Yet, when I am with you …when I am with you, yes when I am with you… My heart sees clarity, with unparalleled purity Your eyes, your smile, your…

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I Don’t Know

I don’t know where to start I don’t know where to begin I know the end is only the beginning But I don’t know where to begin… My thoughts tell me to run away My body insists on staying this way The more I tell myself to believe The more I let my past relieve……

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What happens next…

A glimpse in to my mind tormented by depression perhaps can help someone realize they are not alone…