Suddenly I no longer knew the difference between hot and cold, ache or numbness, all or nothingness. — Needa Muy Copy Share Image
I am always trying to stick my emotions into people and things with no emotion. — Needa Muy Emotion 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
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'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
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 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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Getting kissed by a needle and bleeding every time. The art of writing. — Needa Muy Art Copy Share Image
There are some dried flowers found in between the pages of your books.. you've done a lot of saving, haven't you? — Needa Muy Copy Share Image
