He traded in what he thought he had no control over for someone who he knew how to manipulate. — Needa Muy Breakup Copy Share Image
I live this demented life where black clouds sit comfy above my head, it's so eternal. It's home. — Needa Muy Black clouds Copy Share Image
I am always trying to stick my emotions into people and things with no emotion. — Needa Muy Emotion Copy Share Image
Suddenly I no longer knew the difference between hot and cold, ache or numbness, all or nothingness. — Needa Muy Copy Share Image
You're saying it wasn't your insecurities but in actuality, that's what made you leave. Now although the relationship is dead, I can't… — Needa Muy Copy Share Image
Our hearts brag about the silliest kind of sadness in which we often find vulnerability to be one of our greatest emotion… — Needa Muy Pity Copy Share Image
I'm living in a world where the sky is foreign and everything seems so strange. I need two things in all the… — Needa Muy Change Copy Share Image
That is the saddest thing about being a writer. We die in ways you cannot fathom just to keep someone alive in… — Needa Muy Hate Copy Share Image
But who the fuck do we really put the blame on? The demons that are inside of her, or the ones who… — Needa Muy Copy Share Image
I saw the poet in you when it was obvious that your type of women were all broken and were those who… — Needa Muy Madness Copy Share Image
I'm okay with being alone in crowded places. People just feel more awkward about me more than I feel about myself. I… — Needa Muy Copy Share Image
I'm under my own construction, mental lockdown and there is no way to escape it. Watching out for self-destruction because the most… — Needa Muy Copy Share Image
The night echoes into my hollow lungs in a way that the morning and afternoon sun would never understand or be able… — Needa Muy Afternoon sun Copy Share Image
Every emotion started to feel the same. Everything started to be the same. Whenever I felt anything.. I was always either too… — Needa Muy Copy Share Image
She was the black rose. She was the lightning storm. She was one who couldn't grow. She was the one with thorns.… — Needa Muy Copy Share Image
My lack of interest with human beings shouldn't be considered a sign of weakness or disability for them to assume that I… — Needa Muy Madness Copy Share Image
Once I enter the realm of depression or when I am at my happiest, those are the moments of realization when I… — Needa Muy Copy Share Image
I cannot pretend to drown myself in nothingness when in reality I feel every single fucking thing in my soul. Sure I… — Needa Muy Copy Share Image
I am at the point of my life where I am realizing that I cannot write about the same shit forever. I… — Needa Muy Copy Share Image
When writing, we can be one step away from recovering as well as being one step away from relapsing. That's the most… — Needa Muy Copy Share Image
Realistic writing kept me stable. It kept my mind less clustered by resting my soul; pouring it onto a blank canvas. I… — Needa Muy Blank canvas Copy Share Image
I started hating you for everything that made me love you. I hated how lowkey, hollow, and discreet you were. I hated… — Needa Muy Dancing with the devil Copy Share Image
It is the most annoyingly painful feeling in the world when there is someone willing to write until their fingers have ached… — Needa Muy Poetry Copy Share Image
Very often I'm told that my heart's cold. That I'm the type to let my eyes speak what my mouth won't. That… — Needa Muy Cynical Copy Share Image
I met him. Him; him who in the midst of my terrible sorrow, fell in love with my madness. Him who was… — Needa Muy Copy Share Image
Getting kissed by a needle and bleeding every time. The art of writing. — Needa Muy Art Copy Share Image
I will be moving to London to reinvent my whole identity the way Alice (Jane Jones) did in the movie, Closer. — Needa Muy Copy Share Image
