When things get bad, we run towards the airport in our dreams but wake up before we catch our flights. When things get bad, I …
Confessions of a Girl with an Eating Disorder
1) I’m watching you get sick. The emptiness in your dark pupils, twitched irises, pale skin over your fragile body, the things you do that …
A poem by someone who always left. by Sania Mushtaq
1) I still have to learn how to love without staining my hands from the blood of the people I loved, scarred from the broken …
Self-Harm Is Never a Solution by Sania Mushtaq
She swallows the words as easy as the pills, the pills they hand out like candy, but still they don’t replace the void in her …
Happily Ever After by Sania Mushtaq
“And nobody tells you what happens after they say happily ever after,” she blurts out. “Nobody tells you what happens after endearment starts to fade …