Every night for the past few weeks, I don't fall asleep until four in the morning. Every night for the past few weeks, I've written a poem--a medium im not familiar with. I get to hurt, I am hurt, but while I'm hurt, I'm finding myself through my art and my identity. Sleepless is a … Continue reading Sleepless
I’ve been gone for three months, and I haven’t stopped loving you. The most unhealthy habit I have is loving. I love too quickly and too hard, I let my walls down easy and I trust too soon. People lie, and cheat and steal. They move forward and you’re left in a lonely world of, … Continue reading Retreat
When I was in eighth grade, I had my first bad bout with depression. I took all the steps. I went to counseling, I exercised, ate healthier, I got on the pill...it was hormonal. A couple years after that, I had spinal fusion surgery and dealt with another bad bout of depression that at the … Continue reading Untitled
Dear ____, You broke my heart. When you decided to leave me, I was devastated. When you gave me your sweater, I wore it every night. I still wear your bracelet. I still have the roses you gave me on our last day together. They are dead now. The first time you left me, I … Continue reading A Letter to my Ex Lover
I think the first time I looked into a mirror and said, “gross”, I was in seventh grade. I had been in doctors offices, and hospitals, and test rooms all that year, trying to figure out what was wrong with me. I was 75 pounds. Eventually, we figured out I was not gaining weight because … Continue reading Insecurities and Self Love
Hi. As many of you who will be reading this know, my name is Sonrisa. It means 'smile' in Spanish and is pronounced exactly how it is spelled. I am 18 years old, and I am Mexican, Native-American (Choctaw, Cherokee, Chowanoke) and White. My identity means a lot to me, because I am mixed. It … Continue reading Identity.